I do these things to you, these violent things, these things that hurt, these things that make you scared and hard and conflicted and they are hot and they make me come and then, when I have come, I want to wrap you up, all arms and legs and skin softness, safe, and have your mouth, open and tender and delicious and I want to kiss you better and whisper sweet things to you, into your mouth, and be gentle and protective with you.
And sometimes, sometimes, that scares you more than the other, doesn’t it?
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darkfootsteps thinks you know way to much about how his mind thinks, after reading that story
darkfootsteps: I’m interested, if you care to tell, what scares you about that.Ferns
For me I enjoy sensation play that feeling of touch, pain and sometimes more, that look in my Dommes eyes as I please her with how my body and mind moves for her, and yes the tenderness moves me as well, to be loved as a man and cared for…to give myself totally body and soul, to leave no barriers up, and yet to hunger for both…yes that scares me Ms…your words open my doors
darkfootsteps: “…as I please her with how my body and mind moves for her…”That’s a lovely way to phrase your reactions.Thank you so much for your explanation. And yes, that vulnerability is scary.Ferns
you facinatte me with your words, and thank you
anonymous: I do my best to be as fascinating as possible… and you are most welcome.Ferns
That has always been my favorite type of fear. I’m brought back from the places the pain makes me escape to deep within my head. I’m brought back with affection. And the affection is scary because it leads me to places, but they’re deeper and sometimes darker and much more desirable as a permanent retreat and I don’t know how to escape them, let alone want to.
So pain is a wonderful place to visit. But affection is the place I would like to go to die.
The second part wouldn’t scare me, let alone more than the first part. Otherwise, this is a pretty close description of what I think I want: mad, wild, passionate, INTENSE play, followed by sweet, gentle, tender closeness.
“And sometimes, sometimes, that scares you more than the other, doesn’t it?”
yes, more than anyone can imagine. More than I understand
Respectfully,
mysticlez