Hands wrapped around my throat, lips so close to my ear I could feel every exhale and every movement of their lips as they spoke, back pressed against the chest of someone I couldn't see, fingers ... forceful and deep, demanding, gentle and punishing all at once. It's heady to feel that vulnerable and safe all at once. Asking to stop when my thighs are slick and my body trembles ... being told no because they know I need more.
Dreaming of knives glinting in the light as they trace intricate patterns across my torso with surgical precision and an artistic eye. Gloved fingers rubbing and pulling, opening the tiny incisions further so that the blood flows down my sides and across my stomach. The burning, stinging madness of it makes me squirm, which makes me realize my arms are bound and a latex clad groin is pressed into mine. Latex gloved hands smear the blood everywhere. It paints my nipples a dark red, stains my lips. The salty metallic flavor fills my mouth as fingers delve inside. Bright red menstrual blood pools and drips from my pussy as a shiny, latex clad cock pushes deep and hard. The air smells like blood and rubber and the sounds of slick latex slapping against wet skin, groans and pants and whimpers and growls fill the air.
I could go on ... the dreams have just been flowing lately. I'm not horribly prone to wet variety of dreams, but I have been blessed/cursed with quite a few lately. I know I am in desperate need of some heavy S&M play. And admittedly, my sex drive has been in overdrive lately.Definitely some food for thought that makes me want to recruit a few friends who like playing in blood as much as I do to make some of those thoughts a reality.
