Pleasure through Pain Breathe. Count. Focus. Then, his voice. You did it. I blink my eyes open. Smile. He leans down. Kisses my mouth before he straddles me.  Breathe. Focus. No need for counting to 10 over and over now. My eyes drink in his body. His strong, muscular chest, his biceps, naturally rounded and … Continue reading Pleasure through Pain

Count. Breathe. These are his words. Words which I so desperately want to follow. His hand, warm, firm on my soft belly. I hear the tick tick of the kitchen timer and sometimes, his voice telling to count, to breathe, to settle my soul. I asked for this challenge - well, not this PARTICULAR challenge, … Continue reading Pleasure through Pain