Sometimes, there's this itch I get, like a fire under my skin, a liquid warmth sliding down to make my hands feel empty and my limbs tensing for something bigger. My heart thumps, my cheeks flush, and I can feel the slow churn of blood force my cock to shuddering, straining life, beat by beat, as wetness beads slickly at my tip. It's a feeling of need - intense, ancient, and deeply, achingly powerful. A need, if I'm being blunt, to fuck.

And if I can't fuck? Well, then, to write about fucking, to close my eyes and imagine something, and to let my words flow out in a storm, to sweep a girl off her feet and make her cry out in delight. But... well, I sort of have this weird fetish, that I can't help but do to get me in the mood. Y'see, I read prompts. Lots of them. And the ones that get me the hardest, the hungriest, the ones that make me want to go positively wild?

It's the petite ones. The prompts that have just enough cookie-cutter text to stay technically on this side of the rules. God, just thinking about it...

Say hi. Say a name that's most likely not yours, and say "today I'm in the mood for..." Say you need a rough, dominant man. Say all of that in three lines that make it achingly, dramatically, exquisitely-crafted-ly clear that you're bored, and you're horny, and there's no better way than to say it just like that. See? That's four lines already.

Hnnngh.

Add a line about your kinks - rough, dominant, older daddies, sex acts broad enough to be a turn on to ninety percent of the population. "Big cocks" needs to make an appearance. Say you want a literate, detailed partner, and show off just how spectacular a partner you are by packing a rich kaleidoscope of eroticism into eight lines total. A thing of beauty, that is, and always makes me drip.

Add a line about your limits. Just say it's poop and blood, that's all you need. And if you say you've got no limits? Gawd, take me now. Or, er, let me take you, while you grunt out "yes, daddy," squeakily, laid back with "and then what do you do?" shining on your upvote-bukkake'd face.

Wrap that gorgeous paragraph-with-enough-kinks-to-be-legal up and give it a title brimming with lusty brilliance. Hell, just say you like sucking dick.

Because that, my dear, is my fucking kink. Tiny, petite, barely-legal prompts, just begging for big, dominant paragraphs in return.

Anything goes. Just as long, of course, as that title's fucking pink.