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Kitti, the Unstoppable Hex Machine

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

Sunday Night Impulse
I held off showering for as long as I could today.
I wanted his sweat to stay on me for as long as possible. I wanted the blood from my right nipple to stay encrusted on my skin. All these things are little physical reminders of my reawakening.

I was afraid to embrace my demons again, I guess I was most afraid of doing it alone, and having to fight for myself, and hide my views, my beliefs, and my fantasies. I was afraid of not being understood, or even just accepted by those I chose to give myself to. He's changed all that. Just a few hours at His feet has brought my beast back to life. I crave pain like I used to; I remember wanting Him to go harder, to rip me up and break me... although I knew last night there was no time to fully explore anything like that.

Every time I catch my peircing it bleeds again, and I can't help but close my eyes and smile the hugest smile as I remember His big hands, fingernails digging into my breast; and His teeth almost gnawing my nipple off. He tells me He wants to drink me, feed from me... and I don't remember a time that I felt so lucky, and so alive.

All I'm afraid of now is not having more time with Him. We both have lives and responsibilities, His are generally more time consuming, as well as more important than mine. I still feel His hand around my throat; His rope; His breath close to my face as he whispers beautiful profanities; His teeth... He could rip off chunks of my flesh and have me begging for more in between my screams.

I am so hungry for the pain; the control; the mindfuck. I am SO back. Hit me. Harder.

Kitti. xxxx