Limbhugger
Team Slut Towel Boy
- Joined
- Sep 14, 2003
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Pain.
It is truth wrapped in layers of deceit.
It is freedom bound by overwhelming constraint.
It is bliss burried beneath hurt.
I find myself craving the pain. The fiery welts and tender scrapes bringing about a sense of realness. A feeling of security, serenity, solidarity.
When she attacks my flesh it hurts, especially in the begining. But that hurt slowly slips into an unabashed desire for release. The surrender and the sensations capturing my mind, enlivening my body and freeing my soul.
I crave it. I need it.
She so carefully guides us both through the journey of our inner selves. Her finding what I can only imagine is the equality of my freedom. Only it is in the giving that she finds her peace.
Too long without the pain and I become edgy, irritable, anxious.
The pain.
It makes the pain disappear. If only for a little while.
It is truth wrapped in layers of deceit.
It is freedom bound by overwhelming constraint.
It is bliss burried beneath hurt.
I find myself craving the pain. The fiery welts and tender scrapes bringing about a sense of realness. A feeling of security, serenity, solidarity.
When she attacks my flesh it hurts, especially in the begining. But that hurt slowly slips into an unabashed desire for release. The surrender and the sensations capturing my mind, enlivening my body and freeing my soul.
I crave it. I need it.
She so carefully guides us both through the journey of our inner selves. Her finding what I can only imagine is the equality of my freedom. Only it is in the giving that she finds her peace.
Too long without the pain and I become edgy, irritable, anxious.
The pain.
It makes the pain disappear. If only for a little while.