“Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.”
It’s liberating. I often feel like an experienced artist. But instead of paint and brush, I hold whips, paddles, floggers or just my bare hand, my tongue, my teeth. Instead of a canvas, I use a woman’s naked body, exposed to my darkest desires. I spank, bite, pinch. I use and abuse them until I’m sated. Until I make sure my marks won’t leave their smooth skin anytime soon. Each experience is saved in my memories, framed and hanging from countless imaginary walls. I have quite a collection here.
I know what you want, girl. I can see it in your eyes… I know what you need and I’m ready to give it to you. Now bend over my knees and take it.