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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

...and a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries...

photography, Kitti, art, me, kink
Can't stop the dreams.

I have this incredibly carnal urge to get flogged. I miss the feeling of leather wounding my flesh, being guided by a firm hand, attached to a soft voice.
I crave the feeling of nails down my back, and obscenities whispered in my ear as my hair gets yanked almost to breaking point.

I don't know how to deal with these urges, since I'm still very much with Stevie, and almost every Dominant I know will expect me to give them more than just a one-off. Plus, I don't know if I could take anything too hard, I've been away for a long time and the most pain I've felt has been self-inflicted. I've no idea what my threshold is like and I want to avoid pushing myself too hard.

Perhaps I do need to call it a day on monogamy, but Stevie is the best thing in my life, I don't want to lose him, and much less hurt him.

Far too much squirm for a Wednesday morning.

Kit. xxx