Sharp, prickly points traveling across my skin. Certain parts of me can endure while others....not so much. I, honestly, can not explain the feelings that run through my body and mind. The simultaneous hatred and appreciation. The paradox of pleasure and torture. Throwing tantrums while throwing my legs further apart. How can I want something that's so annoying...so badly?
I fucking hate this shit....but that doesn't mean I want you to stop.
I try to escape, wiggle out of your hold...while staying still.
Fuck! Shit! Motherfucker, that hurts!
Moaning... Whimpering... Exhaling, I surrender my body further under your control...
Giving myself to the one I love, I want to flail my arms and punch. Why so much pressure? Why so fast? Opening myself wider, I realize that I'm in a relationship with a sadistic asshole. And, that's sexy. Somehow. I wish I could explain why I'd spend $9.99 for this Wortenburg Wheel while muttering curse words. Why do I store a nuisance so neatly in my toy chest?
This is the epitome of a love/hate relationship!
|Photos by Angelito/Model: Forbidden Light|