ME06 - Story

When I see the evidence you leave behind or if I feel it, I'm taken to the moment I received it. That sharply defined instant you hurt me more than I could bear. An extra twist of a nipple that ensures I'll remember you all day. The extra smack of a paddle that will blossom into a rose on the cheek of my ass is your gift, flowers from you. It's there, you're there, I'm there. I don't shower when you leave me. More evidence of where you have been, on my body. Smell, sight, sensation; the things you give me to keep you in my memory.

I look in the mirror and see the rose is blooming. I caress it, thinking of how I begged for it – craving evidence for tomorrow when you are out of my sight; a souvenir of my submission, your protection, our devotion. When I see it I recall how desperately I needed you to understand my release. I wanted you to know I could bear anything you chose to give me. I needed you to know I would carry your pain with pride and tender thoughts.

The welts that have grown on my tender places feel warm to the touch. They feel like you, warm and smooth. I remember holding onto to your strength when you finished inlaying the swells in my flesh. Your shoulders felt strong and solid to me when my hands reached for them. I feel the welts and I feel that strength. I remember the pain and I remember your whispers and I remember joy.

Every step I take induces mild torment to my swollen sex. The sex you forced your fist into. The sex that screamed for more than it could take and more than you could give. I want all of you inside of me; I want all of me inside of you. And when, at last my body erupts into seizures of orgasmic ecstasy, I get what I want.

You know how to make me release the pent up emotion I carry through the day. You take my anger and frustration and mold it into passion hotter than a blacksmith's iron. You take my sadness and wring it from my body, banishing my anguish, expanding my capacity to love you. Leaving more room for you to invade my soul and fill it with what is good and true. Filling me with confidence, security and love. Filling me with what I crave. Filling me with you.

When I see the evidence you leave behind or if I feel it, I'm taken to that moment...

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