These are words I hear from time to time, and I suppose, to a certain extent, they’re accurate, atleast on the surface.

But it’s more than just a want, it’s a need. Like a junkie needs their hit, so I need the bruises, the pain, the torturous feel of teeth biting down on sensitive nipple, of hand striking bare flesh and leaving its mark.

As a single girl, I don’t often get my hit(pun intended), so when I do, and the subsequent bruises fade, I’m left feeling bereft, wallowing in the uncertainty of when the next set of bruises will come my way.
But I do look forward to the next set, whenever that may be……I hate the waiting though, I’m not so good at that part!