Body

I'm sitting here dripping. There's wetness between my legs and my lips are rubbing together in the hot excited slime. I have cuts inside my mouth where he dug his nails into my gums. I keep rubbing my tounge along their sharpness. My neck aches and there's a mild red mark on my pale skill from where he throttled me. Finger tipped shaped slivers of bruise. I keep running my thumb against my left breast. Still yellow and purple from their caning and his feral groping.

I feel like this body is starting to become beautiful. A technicolour pleasure of submission and subversion. Used and taken from. Hurt and marked. This body doesn't belong to me. The bones are trying, the skin is supple. I want to take more and be more and so become less in doing so. I wish my climaxes were completely dependent. I wish I could float all the time and cry and bleed. I want to be physical and useful and give pleasure and be a good girl.