Thou art to me a delicious torment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
I give as good as I get, and he loves that about me. My desire to mark his skin, dig my nails in, and make him feel my presence has nothing to do with sadism, control, or power. It is the urge to be remembered, encouraged by the wild primal thing living inside me.
Marks are memories made real in the skin, and I am unforgettable.
While I’m not the masochist I do love it when you leave your mark on me.
But you are primal, rawr!
Love this!
Rebel xox
What a wonderful image 🙂
Missy x
Thank you! It was a fun one to make!
I love that last line. I was like, yes! Gorgeous imagery
😀 Thank you!
This line is fucking awesome
“Marks are memories made real in the skin, and I am unforgettable.”
Mollyx
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There is something so deeply primal about scratching during sex, yes! Those times when you leave marks and don’t know you’ve done it until afterward because you were so caught up in the moment are wonderful.
Yes! Getting lost in the moment and finding it later is amazing. 😀
Very sexy image and words!
😀 Thank you!
Yesssss! I have that primal streak in me too and I’m pretty unforgettable too 😀
Yes you are! 😉