The Give & Take
I enjoy taking pain from someone who enjoys giving it.
He wants to give it. I want to take it. There’s a connection and a pleasure to be had with the exchange of power through pain. Once I’ve shared the excitement of that connection, “the want” sets in. The pleasure gained can begin to overtake me. I want Him to hurt me. He wants to hurt me, too.
We cut the bullshit and lust takes over. I know that He’ll want my nipples and breasts so I unleash them first, but my thighs are right behind them. I’ve pushed my open thighs towards Him in a nonvocal plea for stinging attention while the sound of His unbuckling belt was already setting off my cunt.
He decides where to start. He determines what part of me to take or taste. That’s His right. I get to slip away and enjoy the pain. I get to take what He gives with my chest caving or back arching. My body telling Him more than my words even could during such intense a situation.
He likes giving the pain. I enjoy taking it from Him.
