they made me cry
I have been seeing this person for two months now. Let's call them snail, because that is how they associate. So, snail and I see each other once a week ish for a really long and intense hang out. We read to each other a bunch, make out for hours, and beat each other up. They tell me I am pretty and gorgeous and smart and amazing, all the time. They tell me they like me while looking me in the eyes. I also tell them these things, because I feel these things.
They came over this wednesday and we made dinner and then made out for a while. We have been discussing the idea of me biting them until they cry, for the past few weeks. We were discussing it at length last night. Then, at some point in making out they asked if they could bite my back. I said of course, and they began biting me all over my back. At some point, it started to feel really intense and they stopped and laid down next to me. As soon as they did, my whole back began to vibrate and it felt like I was being lowly electrocuted across my entire back and that my back was trying to escape my body. I began to try to explain this and instead I just started crying and crying. I wasn't sad and the biting hurt, but not enough pain on its own to make me cry. Something about the whole thing, or my back, or how I feel about this person, made me spontaneously burst into tears as my body forced me into presence. It was pretty fucking rad.
a few hours later, after getting stoned and walking to a park to go swing and play with trees and eat candy, I realized they were care taking me. I asked them if they thought they were, and they said of course. I then realized that I've never really been physical with someone who actually attempted to take care of me. It was a weird feeling, since I am used to doing the care taking. The best thing about our interactions is that we both care take each other. We aren't dominant or submissive, we just are, we are fluid, we do what we want when we want, and often our desires intersect in really fucking amazing places.
That night was one of those nights that on its own will always be a happy and beautiful memory.
They came over this wednesday and we made dinner and then made out for a while. We have been discussing the idea of me biting them until they cry, for the past few weeks. We were discussing it at length last night. Then, at some point in making out they asked if they could bite my back. I said of course, and they began biting me all over my back. At some point, it started to feel really intense and they stopped and laid down next to me. As soon as they did, my whole back began to vibrate and it felt like I was being lowly electrocuted across my entire back and that my back was trying to escape my body. I began to try to explain this and instead I just started crying and crying. I wasn't sad and the biting hurt, but not enough pain on its own to make me cry. Something about the whole thing, or my back, or how I feel about this person, made me spontaneously burst into tears as my body forced me into presence. It was pretty fucking rad.
a few hours later, after getting stoned and walking to a park to go swing and play with trees and eat candy, I realized they were care taking me. I asked them if they thought they were, and they said of course. I then realized that I've never really been physical with someone who actually attempted to take care of me. It was a weird feeling, since I am used to doing the care taking. The best thing about our interactions is that we both care take each other. We aren't dominant or submissive, we just are, we are fluid, we do what we want when we want, and often our desires intersect in really fucking amazing places.
That night was one of those nights that on its own will always be a happy and beautiful memory.
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