Sometimes love don't feel like it should.
Last night, in bed, I was talking to my Lover about my nipples and he decided he just had to play with them for a while. He licked. I sighed. He kissed. I oohed. He nibbled. I squirmed. He bit. I shrieked. And almost right away, I wanted him to do it again. Yes, again. Make it hurt. My body will twist and act like it's trying to get away, but my mind is flashing and mental sparks are going off and it's saying, "Yes. Again. Please."
Is this when I say it "hurt so good"? But it didn't actually feel good. I know it didn't because I thought about it when he did it again. I thought about it as I felt his teeth clamp onto me. Expected yet unexpected. Feared yet wanted. Hurting yet arousing.
Pain is a sensation. A feeling. So is pleasure. But there's no sensory link, at least, not one I can feel and point at and say, "Yeah, that's it." Do the sparks travel the same wires? Do they cross somewhere? Converge? Diverge? At what point does that sharp Ow turn into liquidified Ooh?
Is this when I say it "hurt so good"? But it didn't actually feel good. I know it didn't because I thought about it when he did it again. I thought about it as I felt his teeth clamp onto me. Expected yet unexpected. Feared yet wanted. Hurting yet arousing.
Pain is a sensation. A feeling. So is pleasure. But there's no sensory link, at least, not one I can feel and point at and say, "Yeah, that's it." Do the sparks travel the same wires? Do they cross somewhere? Converge? Diverge? At what point does that sharp Ow turn into liquidified Ooh?