I don’t know if I need an entire book to explain my own masochistic desires and tendencies, or simply a word or two. I like pain mixed with sex. Sometimes, I just need pain to cleanse my soul and quiet my mind.
M is for masochism, y’all. Pain isn’t a requirement to be a submissive or to be kinky. If you’re into it, that’s cool. If you’re not, no worries. And for the record, I don’t like all pain, all the time. Stepping on a Lego in the middle of the night (ouch!) is completely different from a sharp smack to my ass or a nipple clamp.