lustylonging:

her-master:

I do really like to hurt women. Also, and perhaps not insignificantly, I also like to really hurt women, so that is something you should consider.

As for why… I could, and have, penned tens of thousands of words on the subject. Let’s just say this: in the right time, place, and frame of mind, everything a girl does, every sob, every struggle, every little flinch of her body, every begging, mewling sound, every whimper, every arch of her back, every throb of her nipple, the sight of her pussy dripping down her legs, the sound of leather or wood on tender flesh with light, fast glancing slaps, or the deep, pounding thud of heavy blows that rattle her bones, the way her arms move, the way her legs move, the way her eyes look at me, the way her body sweats, the way she tastes, the fear on her face when she wonders how much further I will go and when she realizes that she no longer wants me to stop and she is completely totally broken and completely totally mine, that she will remember what I do to her here for the rest of her life and she will wake in the small hours of the night, think of this, crave it, and her hand will slip, unbidden, between her pussy lips and she will find pleasure in the memory. All of that, and even more—that special, deep, complete surrender when I slide my throbbing cock into her pussy—impossibly hot and impossibly wet, warmer than a human body should be, and how she looks at me as I start moving in her, knowing that, beyond any doubt or hyperbole, knowing that she is mine. Completely.

Perhaps that gives you some hint of why i might like such a thing?

Happy sigh. I really can read things like that all day. Then spend all night experiencing.