The BDSM Craving Thread

That hot tingling tide that swells and ripples down my body in response to hearing a deep hungry voice from behind me pouring "I want" all over my bare neck.
 
the exhausted submission. when i'm too tired to wiggle my ass, he's ridden me so hard i can only go limp & take his cock. ever reminding me that i'm his, to fuck, to cum in, on, and with. ;)
 
To be grabbed on either end like a hot soaked dish rag and then relentlessly twisted and turned so tightly that I nearly rip; feeling every need and every tear wrung out and drained and then be laid over the faucet to finally rest, smoothed, and untangled to dry in the cool night air.
 
a good session of flogging, canes and the knives....then cuddling up afterwards;)
 
When we don't play for a long block of time, I start to crave all sorts of things that I normally wouldn't even think of. The longer the deprivation, the more off the wall it gets.

But there are also times when everything has been going well and life is balanced for me, bit I still have an itch for something beyond our usual, um, repertoire.

Right now that itch is needles. Master has a box of lovely 18 gauge goodies in a drawer, and I want some in my skin. I'm on blood thinners so this makes him skittish--can't blame him, honestly--but they're such little holes...just a few? There's something irresistible about them that just has my imagination all fired up lately. <squirm>
 
My hands cuffed behind me, and a long, slow oily handjob at an agonizingly slow pace until I reach a twitching, super intense, explosive orgasm. The last time I experiened this, she pumped me for 45 mins before allowing me to explode. She makes it last longer every time...
 
I just want to feel a little less.... empty.

I guess this flat-line is better than my usual depths of depression though.

Sometimes, standing still is enough. I think that nature tries to teach us that emotions are like the weather / seasons... If you can hang in there long enough, winter will always melt into spring.

Hang in there! :rose:


Oh and to keep with the thread topic... as far as cravings today, I am totally craving seeing that hangry look in the eyes that makes me flutter, clench, and purr. Well, that and maybe all of the moments that immediately follow...
 
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Those bite marks and bruises on my collarbone that symbolize who I belong to...and his voice saying "your mine...". 2 weeks.
 
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