I have bruises.

Unlike many, the bruises that cover my body were by my choice, by my desire. It happened last Saturday, at a party at a friend-turned-guy-i-like's house. One moment we were conversing about seemingly meaningless matters and the next i was face down, my breath trapped by a fluffy pillow as his hands, fists, flogger, and whips found their way across my skin.

With each strike, i felt my heart lurch, my body ache, my desire grow. i craved his abuse and his taunts. i prayed the moment would never end.

Most have faded, but a few still remain. I have bruises that remind me that i was wanted. Even if in the most perverse way.
uscnicci uscnicci
26-30, F
Jul 23, 2010