nerves fluttering, restless, in my belly
nerves fluttering in my clit
need flaring deep in my pussy
*needing* an orgasm so bad that I tremble with it.
I want this.
The masochist in me needs this.
(a wee confession)
I always fear the pain.
That first blow on virgin flesh (or so it seems, ‘virgin’, after so long without this)–
the sudden shock as the explosion of hurting blossoms like a tulip in the hot sun.
The next blow will come.
and a bit of greed–
As His toys and hands mangle my body, setting bruises to rise,
welts to flare up
pain to ride through me like a white-hot tornado.
I crave it.
I fear it.
And then when I think I can bear no more–
He will pause. Kiss me. Stroke me with His hand. Give me a breath of encouragement.
Well, then I’ll fly.