We were nearing the end of a super-intense threesome BDSM session. I’d been in very deep and was asking for more, asking Elita to slap me, an act that, for me at least, manages to combine great intimacy with great violence. She’d obliged, hitting me hard and fast, sending me still deeper into my masochistic self.
Then she was behind me, a stranglehold on my neck, with Lilly kneeling on the bed facing me. I NEED to be hurt when I’m in this deep, casting round for ways to make it happen, like a drug addict looking for a fix. I made it clear I wanted Lilly to slap me. Her response was sudden and hard.
I don’t know if Lilly intended to hit me that hard, or if she even understood quite how hard the blows were, but she really rattled my teeth. I think we were both shocked by her violence, our eyes locking with the sudden intensity of it.
Later, as we shared an Uber ride across town, she looked over at me.
“Oh my God,” she said, “have you seen your cheek?”
You could reasonably ask why Lilly got the blame rather than Elita but, as Elita necessarily keeps her pianists nails quite short, it was decided that she had to be innocent. I actually quite enjoyed the occasional pointed glance from fellow poker players later in the evening.
Not one of them asked about the marks though.
As if there were any doubt, Lilly sent me a picture of her beautiful hands.
I wrote about this session, or at least part of it, here. It’s one of my occasional “pores out of me only hours afterwards” posts. These are not always the best written, but are often more intense than posts I work at for days!
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