I'm craving the escalation of everything. I want kisses with teeth. I want hugs with claws and texture. I don't want to be led, I want to be thrown, forced, and taken.
Why I think you want to hurt me
Do you sacrifice the pleasure of your flesh for the frisson of your power?
No, No, No….Yes.
"No, No, No..." The words came out and I knew I didn't mean them. Still riding the wave of that orgasm, I wanted the pain. I craved it.
When you let go. That's when I let go.
The touch that hurts me is still first and foremost touch.
They would both hurt her. They could both own her. But she could only choose one.