There is a side to my kink, that while more familiar, is a bit less constant than my masochism. It's not quite that desire for force that I have whenever I'm playing, or fucking someone. It sleeps. For a while anyway. When it wakes up though, it is an unshakable craving. You can see the fire for it in my eyes, yearning for it. Oh the fun of being a switch. I'm just as much as, if not then more of a sadist than I am a masochist. My sadism is where I am most obviously primal. In lieu of toys and tools, I prefer to tear someone apart with my bare hands. To dig my teeth into their flesh until I know they'll wear the marks for weeks. Ripping through their skin until they bleed for me. Devouring them whole, like a monster. And knowing they put themselves in my hands for this purpose. That they trust their lives to me, knowing I will leave them broken to pieces, bruised, battered, and left in shreds. That they will ask for it. Want me to unleash on them in
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.