Memories of a Visit, Part 2

June 17, 2007

Sitting on your lap in the club, my bare bruised ass in the air for anyone to see, trying to figure out the right way to ask if you could please, please pin me.

Being tied to a bench when I got home from work. So I could relax. That one gets hotter and hotter for me the more I think about it, because it shows just how thoroughly you know me and understand me.

You commanding me to “Stop talking” when we got back to the room and I was being a drunken chatterbox.

You biting my lips on the airplane, because it was the only thing you could do, and we both needed you to do something.

Feeling how badly you needed to hurt me, and loving that feeling.

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