Sunday, 13 December 2009

What I Want

Hit me.

Flog me, shock me, burn me.  Scratch long, teasing lines in red with nails that want more.  Make my skin quiver and dance beneath your touch.  Lick me, kiss me, surprise me.  Find my buttons and push them hard.

Bite me.  Bite me hard.

Don’t

stop.

Shove me past my limits, love my strength.  See me as i am.  Play with me, admire me.  Make me cry out in pain.  Make me cry out in pleasure.  Light my nerves on fire.  Make me laugh.  Let me refuse You, and then

make.  me.  pay.

Let me show you how brave I am, and then make me small.  Force me down and take it.  Tell me how much you want me.  Tell me what you will have.  Make me perfect.  Hit me hard.

Beat me, but respect the fight.

Run your fingers lightly up my arms.  Kiss my neck.  Hold my wrists and turn them until I cry out.  Grab my hair and shove me up against the wall.  Slide a thigh between my legs.  Grind into me like I’m everything you’ve ever wanted.  Make a meal of the way I grind on you.  Listen to my moans…my panting, desperate pleading.

Pull out a knife and hold it at my throat.  Scare me.  Purr into my ear as you draw blood.  Adore my fear.

Knock me down and pin me there.  Enjoy my struggle.  Laugh with gentleness in your eyes.  Growl with menace.

Tell me you want me.  Make me the center of everything.  Let me fill your needs, violently….

and then hold me in your strong, warm embrace and pet my head.  Whisper to me lovingly.  Rock me gently and say, “Good girl.  Beautiful girl.  My girl.”

And then, when I am finally calm, let me get up, and start on you…

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