Saturday, February 01, 2014
My beating is Not your beating
He towered before me and said "I want to beat you"
To most women those few words would strike terror into their hearts.
But to me it was the same as saying "I love you"
I stood and stripped from the waist down and knelt up on the sofa and presented my ass - and He did beat me.
And he did fuck me
And when it was over I collapsed in a shaking puddly mess - content and glowing and loved.