Sun poured into the windows like molten gold. It crept closer to a prone figure lying motionless on the bed. Tickling the edges of eyelids like a downy feather, it finally cracked them open.
Over I rolled but the bright illumination had already arrested my continued effort to resist arousal.
Stumbling to the kitchen, I waited for the morning's magic elixir that would drown the insatiable remnants of sleep.
It seems we’ve forgotten our manners. We didn’t want this, but we are no longer all-you-can-eat. You must keep your plates under 50 grams. Restrict yourself to three pieces of protein, whether chicken or bacon bits. You are allotted only one salad.
Stop hoarding our lettuce. We’re trying to eat, too.
If you’re hungry, go to the restaurant next door and ruin their breadstick deal.
INSATIABLE - Hank was a ten year old Texas kid with an insatiable love for the Chicago Cubs. His uncle had played two season with the Cubs and as far as Hank was concerned, Bart Baker was a true and perfect hero. Bart had given Hank five official National League baseballs. “They are game-used balls. Actually used. A part of history! Look at the grass stains on this one and infield dirt here! Just look! History right here!”
An unyielding hunger for affection permeates this creature's every gesture, seeking gentle strokes and tasty morsels that tantalize a never-ending desire. Every soft movement, every deliberate stride embodies a delicate balance between independent grooming and yearning for human warmth. A mysterious force compels it to wander with elegant poise, chasing comfort and delight. In quiet moments, the truth unfolds—this ode is devoted to my cat, Monty, insatiable in his cravings.
Eunice absolutely loved shoes. Her footwear desires were insatiable. Every week she would return to explore the new stock. She insisted on trying on size six, but everyone knew she was an eight.The owner was exasperated. Boxes of stretched out shoes sat before her, shoulder high. With arms raised, “Please he asked, what could I give you to never return here again?”
The exclusive interview was my first big break. His legions of rabid fans had an insatiable appetite for his books. He was always busy, so he offered to walk and talk as he dispensed his literary advice. "The big secret: Always leave them wanting more," he quipped as he stepped off the curb. He never saw the bus that hit him. I would always be remembered for my "killer" interview.
-"My mother's best friend, Irma, just found out that her husband is having an afFAIR with a woman not much older than their daughter. She is DEvastated."
-"Oh, I heard about that! BLESS her heart. Irma just hasn't been the same since her cancer treatment."
-"She uses that as an excuse. She's just let herself go. Poor dear."
A hollow core, that’s how she imagined herself. A deep well that could never be filled. No matter how much she was told she was loved, she didn’t believe it. Her need for attention was insatiable. Resentment, and deep-seated insecurity fed her thirst. Fleeting satisfaction as they chased with desire, infatuation and passion. Quickly replaced with loathing for herself. Uncomfortable guilt and shame, driving her to endlessly repeat the cycle.
70 words only. Would he pad unnecessarily, putting in endless phrasings and other mountainous elaborations? Or, more likely, would he start strong, immersed in the action from word one, bringing it home with a more than satisfactory conclusion?
What he did know was this: he couldn’t get enough. Here he was, rising to this immense challenge with poise and joie de vivre.
PROMPT: INSATIABLE
THE BINGE
It looked so tempting.
Just sitting there, waiting for someone to dive in.
She’d promised herself she’d only have one helping.
But that quickly became two.
Then, it was three.
And before she knew it, she’d devoured the whole lot.
No wonder everyone was talking about this steamy new drama… 📺😎📺
Insatiable - Erotica - NSFW
“Make me come again,” Donna whispered to Ben thirty years ago, their bodies warm from sex against the winter night.
On the deck of his parents’ mountain house, she stroked his cock. She couldn’t get enough of him.
Tonight, on the deck of the same mountain house that’s now theirs, Donna whispers, “Make me come again.”
She still can’t get enough of him. And he feels the same about her.
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Sun poured into the windows like molten gold. It crept closer to a prone figure lying motionless on the bed. Tickling the edges of eyelids like a downy feather, it finally cracked them open.
Over I rolled but the bright illumination had already arrested my continued effort to resist arousal.
Stumbling to the kitchen, I waited for the morning's magic elixir that would drown the insatiable remnants of sleep.
Attention, Salad Bar Enjoyers!
It seems we’ve forgotten our manners. We didn’t want this, but we are no longer all-you-can-eat. You must keep your plates under 50 grams. Restrict yourself to three pieces of protein, whether chicken or bacon bits. You are allotted only one salad.
Stop hoarding our lettuce. We’re trying to eat, too.
If you’re hungry, go to the restaurant next door and ruin their breadstick deal.
Magnificent! "Pages stained with dreams" is unforgettable! You captured this perfectly! (And still we keep on writing!)
Thank you! We still do, and I hope we never stop :)
70mg of insatiable:
When the internet collapses, everyone rushes to replace their insatiable need for input. Beer, biscuits, and other oral fixations all see an uptick.
Children hug non-working devices under their covers but fall asleep quicker, waiting for connections that’ll never be restored.
Corporate employees work offline, happy to escape the inbox waterfall.
And without that virtual stimulation? Demand diminishes. The cacophony quietens.
In the hush, people cease consuming. They start creating.
70mg- Insatiable
Dinner was at six.
Always.
But Ted's wife laughed, and his children ignored him—dishes cluttered the table, crumbs littered the floor.
Ted's insatiable control tightened like a noose.
One evening, silence settled as they ate his special meal.
Afterward, he washed the plates, scrubbing red streaks from white porcelain while humming.
The table gleamed.
The clock struck six.
Ted adjusted his tie and smiled.
At last, everything was perfect.
Izzibella! The true horror lies in my imagination and you have led us there so beautifully! What a brilliant piece of writing!
INSATIABLE - Hank was a ten year old Texas kid with an insatiable love for the Chicago Cubs. His uncle had played two season with the Cubs and as far as Hank was concerned, Bart Baker was a true and perfect hero. Bart had given Hank five official National League baseballs. “They are game-used balls. Actually used. A part of history! Look at the grass stains on this one and infield dirt here! Just look! History right here!”
70mg of insatiable
An unyielding hunger for affection permeates this creature's every gesture, seeking gentle strokes and tasty morsels that tantalize a never-ending desire. Every soft movement, every deliberate stride embodies a delicate balance between independent grooming and yearning for human warmth. A mysterious force compels it to wander with elegant poise, chasing comfort and delight. In quiet moments, the truth unfolds—this ode is devoted to my cat, Monty, insatiable in his cravings.
70 MG Insatiable
Eunice absolutely loved shoes. Her footwear desires were insatiable. Every week she would return to explore the new stock. She insisted on trying on size six, but everyone knew she was an eight.The owner was exasperated. Boxes of stretched out shoes sat before her, shoulder high. With arms raised, “Please he asked, what could I give you to never return here again?”
She smiled, “How about a divorce?”
ha ha! what a great twist at the end!
The exclusive interview was my first big break. His legions of rabid fans had an insatiable appetite for his books. He was always busy, so he offered to walk and talk as he dispensed his literary advice. "The big secret: Always leave them wanting more," he quipped as he stepped off the curb. He never saw the bus that hit him. I would always be remembered for my "killer" interview.
ha ha ha, so funny!
Thank you.
Like him, I didn't see that coming, lol.
Neither did I - it just popped into my head! 😆
When I was on Prednisone, my appetite was insatiable. I would eat things I never would have if I was normal.
It was like a monster was inside of me,
craving every kind of food there was.
Of course there was a good medical reason to be on the drug but isn't it better to say there was a monster inside of me !
Unfortunately, it was I who gained the weight 😕
Thank you , Miguel!
Thank you, Ink Rat 🐀
Thank you, Izzibella !
Thank you , Ken !
Thank you, Scott!
Thank you, Jeannine and Mike
Thank you, Stephanie!
March 27 Insatiable 70 words
"Any prayer requests?"
-"My mother's best friend, Irma, just found out that her husband is having an afFAIR with a woman not much older than their daughter. She is DEvastated."
-"Oh, I heard about that! BLESS her heart. Irma just hasn't been the same since her cancer treatment."
-"She uses that as an excuse. She's just let herself go. Poor dear."
"Let's pray."
No one is immune to insatiable gossip.
Greed, human
Into our open mouths
pours the sap of the world
the blood of billions of beasts
an ocean of life into our gullets
sucked and chewed
baby bones spat out
grasping hands tear
the stars from the sky
and fill the gaps in the night
with the mindless blink of satellites
our appetite for more
insatiable as Moloch
as cruel and insane.
A hollow core, that’s how she imagined herself. A deep well that could never be filled. No matter how much she was told she was loved, she didn’t believe it. Her need for attention was insatiable. Resentment, and deep-seated insecurity fed her thirst. Fleeting satisfaction as they chased with desire, infatuation and passion. Quickly replaced with loathing for herself. Uncomfortable guilt and shame, driving her to endlessly repeat the cycle.
The pressure was on.
70 words only. Would he pad unnecessarily, putting in endless phrasings and other mountainous elaborations? Or, more likely, would he start strong, immersed in the action from word one, bringing it home with a more than satisfactory conclusion?
What he did know was this: he couldn’t get enough. Here he was, rising to this immense challenge with poise and joie de vivre.
No pressure at all.
Haha. There’s no pressure meant behind these :) Just enjoy it, experiment and if it doesn’t work right away, you can just scrape it
No pressure at all, right LOL