Pleasures

You're in pain.

Your hands are clenched, your body is rigid, your breathing is ragged.

You're unrestrained.

You could tell me to stop. You could defend yourself. You could get up and walk away. But you lie there and let me hurt you and it's absolutely delicious.

Occasionally your hands move to protect yourself and I wait. I know it's hard to lie still. And I get a fresh surge of tingles when you move them away again, opening yourself to more.

Thank you.

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