Sunday, October 11th 2015
."You know how you're high on the susceptibility scale with food addiction?" Hibiscus asked me Sunday night, our last night together before he'd leave for a work-related trip overseas.
"Yes," I whispered back. We were talking in hushed voices; Hibiscus's friends were visiting in the guest room on the other side of one thin wall.
"What if I got addicted to hurting you?" he whispered. Dangerous. Passionate.
His words tore through me, tingling my toes. My knees bending, my pelvis thrusting, the thought struck my root chakra like molten ecstasy. The sensation cascaded up and down my spine like a hoard of bees stinging me with orgasms. My exhales heavy, my fingers like hungry claws, I clung to his words and the pleasure they promised.
My response came without thinking: "Then you'd get to keep me."( Read more...Collapse )