…And nothing hurt: Masochist Musings
It wasn’t the first time I had kissed a girl but it was the first time I had been kissed by a woman. Soft and firm all at once. She felt so different to the men I usually kissed – they were rough, insistent, pushy. Men with all their endless wanting. This felt so different.
I’ve never slept well, even as a young child. Insomnia and sleeplessness is a theme woven through my life, from as far back as I can remember, to my teen years, to becoming an adult – and at this point it seems unlikely that it’s something that will change. Sleep therefore has become a signifier of the mystical and the precious, the most intimate of acts.
I never feel more like a doll than when I’m with him. He likes to dress me up, pose me, restrain me in elaborate ways so I can barely react or move when he fucks me.
The Sinful Sunday prompt this week was “Shadows” and for once I am posting on theme! Featuring a pair of […]