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Limbhugger

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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.
 
Limbhugger said:
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.

Sounds like me...the pain addicted one that is...lol, the other side we may soon find out.:eek:

Catalina :rose:
 
Limbhugger

Wonderful ramblings its a perfect description of pain

xxxx
 
Thank you Phoenix and Shy, I've been known to post my mad ramblings from time to time. Glad someone else can relate. :)
 
Pain is the tie that binds.

The gate.

I walk through it of my own free will. I tread across the shards, each one a bit of my own truth, an emotional wasteland, carried up and out with every strike.

A benediction of welts.

A baptism of brutality.

I am blessed by a sadist who loves me.

~anelize
 
Pain.

A reminder.

A piece of myself.

A piece outside of myself.

A kindling of memories.

Fond glancing.

A reminder.

To relax.

To let go.

To release.
 
Pain.

It rips at my gut and tears at my mind.

The inner pain. Never statisfied, never slated. Always hungry it is.

Pain of times past, pain of times present, pain of times yet to come.

Pain of failures, pain of successes, pain of the unknown.

Yet the pain does not own me. I may not own the pain, indeed may not even control the pain, but it does not own me.

She owns me. Her pain like a well worn lasso that wrangles the inner pain and brings it to bare.

Her pain sweet and loving and caring, it overwhelms the demonstrative inner pain. It cowers at her touch.

It can come upon me like the whispy smoke from an old clay pipe. Subtle and soft and aromatic and carressing in its introduction.

It can come upon me like the ominous swollen purple clouds heralding the tempest to come.

The pain.

The inner pain my epic struggle.

Her pain my salvation.

The pain.

It is truth.

It is freedom.
 
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