Sunday, April 13, 2014

Slapping

I crave it.  

I woke up craving it.  

The feeling of his hand against my cheek.  Slap.  And the other one. Slap.  I will scrunch my face, try to block him by turning my head or raising my hand.  Not enough to actually block, but just as a reflex.  Then I put the hand down.  Slap.  

No real reason.  He doesn't need a reason to slap me.

On my breasts, I crave a hard one that leaves his hand print, each finger outlined.  And another one, for the other breast.  Then a couple more, just to be sure.  Then a couple slaps from each side too.  

I had a bunch yesterday, but the marks are gone now. 

And I'm craving it even more.  

1 comment:

  1. Well shit!! Now you have me craving it!!!! Dayam.

    Hugs,
    Fiona

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