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X marks the spot

It has been a very long time since anyone beat me. I don’t mean some spanking or rough sex, I mean a real proper beating. One that involves a beginning, a middle and an end which hopefully involves bruises and maybe tears and orgasms.

The type of beating that leaves you aching and sore, that you can feel for hours and day afterwards. Where the bruises have a lifecycle of their own. Blooming dark and angry before slowly turning purple and blue and eventually turning to autumn colours as they fade and finally vanish.

The type of beating that wipes your mind of everything else. There is just your body, the sensations, the pain, your breath, the sound, the ache, the endurance. The fight and the subsequent surrender as you give into to it all, accept it, embrace it, enjoy it.

It has been a very long time since someone really beat me and I crave it like a starving barren earth gasps for rain I ache for that ache. I sometimes wonder if I could even take it any more. It has been so long, would I safe-word out of it the moment it started it. Have I become scared of it? I don’t think so but I am nervous about the who. It is not something I can do with just anyone. Letting someone beat me, well that someone has to be some body I both trust but have some sort of connection and desire with.

I hope that 2021 will be our year. You and me, the beater and the beaten.

X marks the spot.