“The appetite is sharpened by the first bites.” ~ Jose Rizal
And boy did the man have an appetite. By the time I left Miami my thighs and breasts were peppered with bruises like this. Sadly they faded fast but not before I took plenty of photographs of them.
I have written here before about how I tend to not post images that I am particularly emotional attached too at first. It is hard to explain but I am just not ready to share them. They have a power that when I look at them they illicit a really intense response in me. That might be desire or lust or love or longing or even sadness. Often some combination of those feelings.
This was one of those images. Hence it has sat in my ‘edited but unused’ folder for nearly 15 months. That does not mean no one has looked at it though because those images will be ones I will click on most times I go to the that folder and I will spend a moment or two with it, letting the feelings it inspires wash over me.
Some days it is all too raw and I will close it quickly but other days I will sit and look and smile or maybe even have a wank to the thoughts it inspires . Eventually though something changes. Again I don’t really know what but that I when I realise I am ready to share it. That now feels like the right time to have other eyes upon it.
I miss him. I miss bruises. I miss touch. I miss being marked. I miss his appetite and being his to feast upon.
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