25th April 2012
Just over a week on from my lovely birthday party and all the bruises are nearly gone. On the front of both my thighs some deep red welts left by the wrap around from the flogger linger and when I take a shower in the morning the heat from the water brings them up to surface. Regular readers here will know that I adore these marks and each morning when they bloom to the surface my fingers trace lovingly over them. This morning I pointed them out to him, calling them love marks for that is exactly what they are.
For some people I am sure the marks on my skin look painful, violent, even brutal and I can understand that. They are deep dark bruises that as humans we usually associate with damage and injury, not love and passion and yet for me that is exactly what they represent. When I look at the marks he leaves on me I see the results of a passionate and consensual play that feeds our mutual love of our opposite egos, he the dominant and me the submissive. They are our version of love bites just love bites with attitude.
Do you remember the love bites of your youth; those teenaged fumbling that resulted in you wearing a high neck sweater around the house for days? I had not given a thought to them until today, the love marks comments from this morning triggering my memory and then I found my mind wandering back to those marks and smile burst across my lips. You see the few that I did get when I was a teenager I adored. I can remember the little shiver of excitement I got when I looked at them in the mirror and how I used to nurse then with my fingers. I was young and naive then and knew nothing and I mean nothing of BDSM or D/s relationships and nor would I for many years to come but today something clicked for me and I realised, looking back on those innocent love bites, that my love of marks and bruises is by no means as new a thing to me as I thought it was. I just failed to follow my youthful instinct or maybe and probably more accurately I wasn’t ready then and probably most important of all neither was he. It would seem that although we both harboured a need for this dark love neither us would find it until we found each other.
Mollyxxx
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