Sometimes I think I’m weird. How can someone possibly like pain? Want pain. Crave it. Absolutely need it at times. Well, certain pain anyway. I hate the stabbing pain in my knee I get occasionally when I walk up or down stairs, but whip my ass with a leather strap? Umf…fuck yes. No thanks to the clicking stiffness I get in my shoulder and neck, but scratching up and down my body will make me shiver and moan out loud. Continue reading
This past weekend was supposed to be a quad weekend, but it ended up being just me heading to see Bob and Lexxi since Gun had to work late Thursday and Friday nights. It really sucked that he wasn’t there, but sometimes things can’t be helped. I was glad I got to go though, there have been some things happening with Bob lately that I’m processing, so being able to see and talk to him in person helped so much. It’s all positive, but it’s still a change and I’m working through it. Continue reading
As a fiercely independent woman, feeling the need that I do with my submission can scare the shit out of me, and it honestly annoys me to no end. I’m not used to needing anything like this.
I’m finding since I’ve opened up this side of me, Continue reading
I love seeing marks left on my body by loved ones. Knowing others who don’t like when they happens to them, I’ve wondered why. Is it the sight of them specifically?
Since embracing my masochistic side, I enjoy what happens to make the bruises, welts, and scratches. But is it them specifically that I like?
I think it’s not necessarily the marks themselves Continue reading
I just read this on Fetlife and needed to share. I feel as though the author was inside my own head when she wrote it. So much YES! ❤ ❤ ❤ *sigh*
Original post link: https://fetlife.com/users/4370176/posts/3515928
I need you to bend me across the bed, into any position you desire. Because I yearn for that conversation between your hand and my skin.
Quiet whispers in my ear of what’s to come while I’m restrained and unable to writhe beneath your touch sends my desire to be your whore to indescribable limits.
That sexy, evil twinkle in your eyes before you lock your gaze with mine as you use my body, renders me incapable of any thought except us. The outside world ceases to exist and all I am cognizant of is that I am yours.
Mark my flesh with reminders of how you silenced the extraneous noise in my head. I love every single reminder and feel a despondent sadness when they fade. The tender manner you cradle my cheek in your hand and promise to deliver more is more intimate than anything I’ve ever felt.
It hurts so good, so please don’t fucking stop. Ever.
Bend me. Over and over again.