WARNING: The following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk.
When I said, “mark me” you knew deep down what I meant.
I don’t follow labels or adhere to the ones given or taken. I am not a submissive drone that will let you do whatever YOU felt like. I am the muse of a sadist. I want to pull from your depths and push your own limits. I want you to step into something uncomfortable.
“Mark me,” I said as you bruised me in foreplay and I smirked inside.
“Mark me,” I said and you almost stopped.
“Mark me,” I hissed and you knew what I wanted.
The kiss of the blade to my flesh was a moment of clarity and yet the whole world was shut out. It made me focus and really feel your invasion of me. For that moment I was vulnerable and free. Watching my dark red blood flow down my fair skin as it explored my outer being.
I wanted to touch the life seeping and lick it. I wanted your hands smeared leaving finger prints on my used flesh. I wanted you to fuck me with my own blood.
The scar you left is a fond reminder of the beginning. It stands alone waiting for more.
This post was published Safeword Magazine
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