Anyone that leaves my bed, always has marks on them.
Bite marks.
Scratches.
Bruises when I dig my heels in to thrust them in deeper.
It's great.
You know, I've actually never left my bed with any marks from men.
They are afraid to "hurt" me. Even when I ask for it.
Its supposed to be something erotic, wild, untamed.
Something so good that its dangerous.
Bordering on illegal because its so uninhibited, primitive, natural.
Undomesticated.
Chaotic, enthusiastic, uncontrolled.
So sinful that its blasphemy just to even think about it.
I want totally control and restraints to be thrown aside.
Damn, if only that would come true.
I'd be in heaven!
<(^.^)>
The joys of going both ways.
*Purrs and scratches nails down your lower back*