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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