Being Rough Is Our Favorite… Isn’t It?

"On your knees"

"Good girl"

"Look at me"

"Use your words"

"Say it louder"

"Don't make me ask again"

"Beg for it"

"Say please"

"That's my good girl"

"Just like that"

"Come here"

"You're mine"

"Show me your tongue"

"Don't move"

"I'm proud of you"

In shadows where silence sting,

Whip and stings intertwine, soft whispers a dancing in anticipation, a pricking pain.

With every whimper the breath catches, surrender flows and ignites desire, a rhythm of bliss and desire.

What once stung now soothes and binds, the gentle noise of the whip becomes a breeze, In this embrace the world melts away.

Blur edges, Seek healing in the intimate breach, In the refined paradox of tranquility, where pain and pleasure are forever intertwined