The Pleasure Pain Threshold

So it turns out (not super surprisingly) that my pain threshold is directly related to my pleasure threshold. The more intense the pleasure I’m experiencing in a moment, the more intense the pain I am able to take.

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I do not consider myself a masochist. I do not like or need pain just for the sake of feeling pain. I don’t process it well. But…

A couple of strong fingers working my pussy over and suddenly I want to be hit, pinched, squeezed, sometimes even bitten… I want it. I need it. I crave it. I’ll even ask for it…. beg for it… I just might even cum from it.

As pleasure builds between my legs, I want…
a hand over my mouth, fingers pinching my nose…
I want…
fingers around my throat, stealing my breath…
a hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, painfully…
I need…
fists raining down hard and fast on my ass, my thighs…
fists full of my flesh, squeezing until my breath is stolen, fingernails biting painfully into my skin…
strong hands squeezing my breasts, fingers slid through the rings in my nipples pulling up painfully…
nails scratched with force down my back, leaving burning trails on my skin, welting and red…
a foot on my head, my back, my shoulders… a muscled arm against my neck… pressing me down forcefully into the mattress or the floor, immobilizing me…
arms twisted up tight behind my back… restraining my movements, stealing my fight…
owning me,
overpowering me,
creating a squirming, cumming, crying, moaning mess…

A mess of a girl sitting on a lovely, bruised bottom this morning.

/lusty sighs/ oh yes…

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