Painting on the body
I'm covered in bruises, and I have a happy.
Each one is a little reminder of what happened last night, a little token.
- Banged up elbows, struggling away from the zappy thing.
- A little bruise on my forearm, nice restrictive rope.
- Tender nipples, clover clamps being hit off (ow.).
- Little knot bruises on my hips and chest, the moment when I realized that he was aiming for the knots when he was slapping/hitting me (both deliciously mean, and very thoughtful)
- A bruise on my thigh, some big thud strike, I think he might have just punched me.
- General soreness, the predicament/partial suspension and struggling to maintain balance.
- Finger marks on my thigh... I have no idea when that happened, but they make me grin.
- All the little welts/marks scattered across my body, leather cane, quirt and hands
It was a fun scene, it had a good intensity to it. I like marks and he was aiming to leave some this time (as opposed to the usual where they're just a happy byproduct) and he was very successful. There is some gorgeous colour coming up to keep a bit of him with me for a while. Make the scene last longer than just the time we have together.
It had a lot of stuff going on, the stingy hitting things, his slaps and strikes, the zappy thing, the cold long blade of a knife. Half dropping me as he took me down out of the partial suspension. A lot of body on body stuff where was directly pinning me down, sitting on my legs so he had convenient access to my upper body while holding me down, which was great and kind of made me feel like one of those punching clowns with the weighted bases. All I could do was wobble, push me down, haul me back up again. Deliciousness.
And there's the wonderful dichotomy when part of you is trying to get away from him, but at the same time, you just want to be close. So you do things like trying to arch back and away, while not removing your head from his shoulder.
And now I have all the bruises and have spent the last 24 hours with a rather goofy smile on my face :)
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Each one is a little reminder of what happened last night, a little token.
- Banged up elbows, struggling away from the zappy thing.
- A little bruise on my forearm, nice restrictive rope.
- Tender nipples, clover clamps being hit off (ow.).
- Little knot bruises on my hips and chest, the moment when I realized that he was aiming for the knots when he was slapping/hitting me (both deliciously mean, and very thoughtful)
- A bruise on my thigh, some big thud strike, I think he might have just punched me.
- General soreness, the predicament/partial suspension and struggling to maintain balance.
- Finger marks on my thigh... I have no idea when that happened, but they make me grin.
- All the little welts/marks scattered across my body, leather cane, quirt and hands
It was a fun scene, it had a good intensity to it. I like marks and he was aiming to leave some this time (as opposed to the usual where they're just a happy byproduct) and he was very successful. There is some gorgeous colour coming up to keep a bit of him with me for a while. Make the scene last longer than just the time we have together.
It had a lot of stuff going on, the stingy hitting things, his slaps and strikes, the zappy thing, the cold long blade of a knife. Half dropping me as he took me down out of the partial suspension. A lot of body on body stuff where was directly pinning me down, sitting on my legs so he had convenient access to my upper body while holding me down, which was great and kind of made me feel like one of those punching clowns with the weighted bases. All I could do was wobble, push me down, haul me back up again. Deliciousness.
And there's the wonderful dichotomy when part of you is trying to get away from him, but at the same time, you just want to be close. So you do things like trying to arch back and away, while not removing your head from his shoulder.
And now I have all the bruises and have spent the last 24 hours with a rather goofy smile on my face :)
This entry was originally posted at http://verbs-not-nouns.dreamwidth.org/26947.html. There are <
> comments there.