The way I touch you, feel you and scratch at you.
The way I kiss you, lick you, and bite you.
The way I’d enjoy watching you play with your toy,
not making you think it’s bad to have one.
Maybe I’ll use it on you, myself.
Teasing you and filling you with it as I rub you.
The way I delicately eat you. All over.
Leaving no inch of your body untouched.
Or the way I dominate you. Using you as my play thing.
Throwing and bending you into all sorts of ways.
The way we speak on the phone making you cum over and over.
Describing in detail how I want you.
Making you do things that you’d never do with him.
Making you cum like he has never been able to make you.
Fulfilling your every animalistic desire.
Begging me to fuck you, the slightest hint of my cock entering you
and you cum there and then.
The way I’d worship you as the wanton woman you desire to be.
You will not walk away easily after I’m done.
Watching you still quiver as you slowly get dressed to leave.

'Don’t go.', I tell you.

You don’t.

Yes, you imagine me while fucking him.

 

In pain we learn.

In suffering we grow stronger.

In defiance we thrive.

Pain is a cleansing thing.
It roots out our imperfections,
and applies the healing torch.
In the shriek that follows,
a higher truth appears.

Pain is instructive and purifying.
Each tear is a new lesson, each cry a vision of truth.
Just as a sudden flash leaves a deeper darkness,
So the lash of pain creates a greater calm.

Restraint comes from the fear of pain;
Hence, welcome pain and banish restraint.

Agony should be savoured for the insights that it brings-
Insights that turn to higher joys, if you understand their meaning.

Teach others to live joyfully through pain.