He couldn’t control it.

He needed it. He wanted it. His desire was insatiable. He could not live without it.

It was what he needed more than sex. More than money. More than power.

He had to have it. In the middle of the night. At dawn. At dinner. At work. On the golf course.

He couldn’t control it. He didn’t want to control it.

He needed to feel that rush.

He clicked the small blue circle and his latest proclamation flew off into the world.

His desire was satiated. For a moment.

Written for #FOWC, hosted by Fandango on his blog This, That and the Other. Today’s prompt word was: Insatiable. Click on the link to read contributions from other writers.



16 responses to “INSATIABLE”

  1. You just described me and chick lit. Oh, sorry, meant to say choc-lit 🤣

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    1. Now chocolate – that is my vice too!

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  2. Ha ha .. so many out there like this .. tweets and retweets are the main thing for them .. nice take

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  3. What happens when one becomes completely Twitter-pated.
    (Sorry, Bambi, Tumper, and Flower)

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  4. You just wrote about the current President of the United States.

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    1. I’m not naming any names.

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    2. That was my exact thought!

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  5. I’m with Fandango Iain.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Oh man, that is so true. I type this as I prepare to hit Post Comment. 😉 Thanks for always taking the time to choose your words carefully.

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    1. Thank you – we’re all addicted to some level, but some of us don’t have to worry (or deliberately plan) the ramifications

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  7. We will be rid of him come January!

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    1. Whether he wants to go or not!

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