Going Feral

Lust is such a wicked master.  I am your submissive, but tonight  I am a slave to my own lust.  My lust for you. Your scent, your sweat, your growl in my ear puts this bitch right into heat so much it hurts.  I want to scream and pull my hair out, dig my nails into my own skin. The only thing to ease my pain is the sting of your love.

I feel that way right now and as you lie sleeping I cannot bear to be next to you because I smell you and it’s driving me insane.  2:30a.m , I know I am supposed to be asleep and you won’t be happy I’m awake but I am afraid to go back to bed.  Afraid for you.  Afraid for what you might think about me. Afraid of what might happen, but still wanting.  I feel like a primal animal, there is no Gentlespirit here right now.   She’s long gone and I have been trying to get her back for the last three hours.

Right now, I want you to tear me apart and I want to bite back.  I want you to rain pain upon me to sate my hunger to quiet the beast that possesses me .   I need you to win but I want to resist you with everything I have.  Damn it, there is something wrong with me and you are the only one to quiet me my love.

Tonight though I don’t want you to be nice.  I want to crawl into bed and scratch you, and bite you and for you to unleash your beast on me.  I want to feel every inch of your power.   I am in a rare mood and I need my sadist to torture me.  I want your violence,  your brutality.  Grab my hair, bite my back, fuck my ass,  slap me, pinch me…. shut me up.    I want to release you and for you to exorcise this demon that I am tonight.  I want to fear you  and I want to go feral tonight.

What the hell is wrong with me?

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