He is the perfect sadist to my emotional masochist. Daddy has left marks without even lifting a hand or touching me. Leaves me with that uncertainty and unsettling feeling. Some marks puncture the skin and draw blood, but that is not necessary to get the blood pumping and the heart racing. Maybe though, I will… Continue reading The Perfect Sadist
Tag: Submission
That Catch
Do you feel it? Do you know how frustrating it is for me? Do you feel that frustration, too? I sometimes remind myself of that need. It calls out to you. Hoping that someday it can find you. Maybe one day our needs can meet each other.
Hurt
You know, the first time you have sex, it's not supposed to hurt. Right? --- Winnie from Miller's Girl But it needs to. I need it to hurt me emotionally as well as physically. I need it to change me.
a Habit
When you smiled, the morning blushed pink& gold. Violent & tender. Horrifying & warm.My ache left me behind. I thought: okay.I could get used to this.& I did. I got used to you. You became a habit& god knows I can never get rid of habits.You, who told me I was worthy.You, full of ink… Continue reading a Habit
in a mood
For Daddy’s armsTo be smotheredTo be wrapped with careTo be used with much less careTo be part of a wholeTo belongTo ne devouredTo be thought ofTo be hurtTo be
Lisa Gray 