It's probably stating the obvious by now to say I like my sex to hurt. There was a time when that wasn't so clear to me, though. I vividly remember one of the defining moments in my sexual history, when I was fucked by a truly Dominant man - in a BDSM sense - for the very first time. Bent over with a hand grasping my hair, I was given my very first hard spank, and my response told him all he needed to know. "So," he said, "you like a little pain with your pleasure..." and just like that, I realised I was getting exactly what I needed.
But by far the best way to get pain with my pleasure, is when it simply hurts to be fucked as is, with no other action necessary at all.
I wonder sometimes, why it is that I should feel this way - that the most intense of pleasures are most enjoyable to me, when I suffer for them. Does it mean that, deep down, I don't want to accept simply feeling good? Do I feel some unconscious guilt that is absolved by pain? Certainly something seems to feel.... purifying about the pain. As though my 'innocence' is held close enough that I can't be held responsible for how incredibly good it feels. I am allowed to experience ecstasy if it accompanies sacrifice.
But most of the time, I choose not to ask myself these things. Because they imply something else - that I should want to like sex without suffering... sex that is focussed on making my body feel good all over.... so-called 'normal' sex.... sex that bores me. The more the experience is designed for my simple pleasure, the more dulled my mind and my senses become. In effect, I reject the pleasure completely.
So why the hell would I want more of that?
As time goes by, and I understand more and more of my sexual makeup, the less I want it to change. The truth is, I don't care if my fetish for submission is based in deep psychological disturbance. It feels fucking awesome to be this twisted. Let's mess me up even more.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
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