Why I like marks
Mostly, marks are proof that it happened.
It’s hard to keep track of things in play, sensations blend together, I don’t always know exactly what happened. But afterwards I can look to the bruises and feel the strained muscles and remember. Look at these bruises, see how strong I was, see how much I took, see how I was a good girl.
It also means the scene doesn’t just last for the time you’re playing, or the evening. It doesn’t stop when he drops me off at the end of the night. Until the marks fade, his hands are still there. Until the pain fades, the evening will still be at the forefront of my mind. The marks are a nice way to maintain the connection. Like a masochistic version of sleeping with a tshirt that smells like your partner.
Also, bruises make pretty colours :)
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It’s hard to keep track of things in play, sensations blend together, I don’t always know exactly what happened. But afterwards I can look to the bruises and feel the strained muscles and remember. Look at these bruises, see how strong I was, see how much I took, see how I was a good girl.
It also means the scene doesn’t just last for the time you’re playing, or the evening. It doesn’t stop when he drops me off at the end of the night. Until the marks fade, his hands are still there. Until the pain fades, the evening will still be at the forefront of my mind. The marks are a nice way to maintain the connection. Like a masochistic version of sleeping with a tshirt that smells like your partner.
Also, bruises make pretty colours :)
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> comments there.