Pleasure in Pain

There’s something about getting off to the one who hurt you. Maybe it’s power? The thought of having the one who’s played with your emotions like they’re toy blocks - meant to be jumbled and left astray - between your legs, forced to lap up your feelings until you’re left dizzy. I shove my vibrator against my clit pretending it’s his head. I want him to pay. I want him to taste me and my tension. And I want him to fuck me until I forget.