The drink is the drunk as the drunk is to drink, I said I have to have you before she arrives, he was feeling sick yet I dared him to come get me anyway.
The chit chats before revealed my needs, that I love deep muscle pain, blindfolds, getting really really angry at me, then giving me a good mind fuck. I love to challenge him, something about him makes me think what he needs is a good push, and I'll be more than happy to be his partner in corruptive crime.
There is a comfort there, a knowing that we both can bring things to our meetings, but it is casual. . . casual intimacy. We both sleep better when being held, it's our comfort we are okay to admit, and okay to not let expand into a "commitment." Could this be built on respect?
We talked about our other people, about my girls and my inability to keep my pants on. . . and he'll keep right on with it. It's an understanding, we don't want more, but we can't wait to push each other over the edge. I don't care to know about his past, I have no desire to pry. If he shares that's great, but if not then I don't want to know. . .
I'm just enjoying the ride, feeding my cravings and learning about my limits (I don't think I have any, but if there is anyone to bring them out. . . he will).
So it's Wednesday night, he takes me back, and while kissing and touching he takes a chunk of my side and squeezes - HARD.
I hold my breath
I ache
I squirm
and I LOVE every second of it. I get so wet it's amazing - I even suprise myself.
I love every minute and with each squeeze, each twist, each pinch, I melt away more and more. My pain is a fiery hell, yet I am in heaven.
There is no looking back.
The chit chats before revealed my needs, that I love deep muscle pain, blindfolds, getting really really angry at me, then giving me a good mind fuck. I love to challenge him, something about him makes me think what he needs is a good push, and I'll be more than happy to be his partner in corruptive crime.
There is a comfort there, a knowing that we both can bring things to our meetings, but it is casual. . . casual intimacy. We both sleep better when being held, it's our comfort we are okay to admit, and okay to not let expand into a "commitment." Could this be built on respect?
We talked about our other people, about my girls and my inability to keep my pants on. . . and he'll keep right on with it. It's an understanding, we don't want more, but we can't wait to push each other over the edge. I don't care to know about his past, I have no desire to pry. If he shares that's great, but if not then I don't want to know. . .
I'm just enjoying the ride, feeding my cravings and learning about my limits (I don't think I have any, but if there is anyone to bring them out. . . he will).
So it's Wednesday night, he takes me back, and while kissing and touching he takes a chunk of my side and squeezes - HARD.
I hold my breath
I ache
I squirm
and I LOVE every second of it. I get so wet it's amazing - I even suprise myself.
I love every minute and with each squeeze, each twist, each pinch, I melt away more and more. My pain is a fiery hell, yet I am in heaven.
There is no looking back.
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