Angie

“It’s a terrible thing to not be who God called you to be. I think that’s the cause for most of the suffering in all the world,” Kyrie said. “People trying to be who they aren’t supposed to be or not getting to be who they should be.”
― Anonymous

“You collar a dog so if it gets lost it can be returned home to its rightful owner again. The collar isn’t for the dog. It’s for the owner.”
― Anonymous

“Are you okay?” Elle asked, between kisses. “I think so.” “Scared?” “Ter r if ied.” “Good. I like that you’re scared,” Elle said. “Why?” The question caught her off guard. She didn’t have an answer for it. “I don’t know. I just do. Maybe…” She kissed Kyrie’s neck under her ear and over the pounding vein. “Maybe I want you to be afraid of me. That way your trust means more than if you weren’t afraid.”
― Anonymous

“Did you like that?” Elle asked. “I liked the kiss after you bit me. And the bite, too.” “What would you say if I said I would do it again, but only if you let me bite you again?” “I’d say…bite me.” “What if I said I’d make you feel amazing but only after I hurt you? Would you let me hurt you?” “Yes.” “What do you think would happen if every time I hurt you I also made you feel good afterward?” “I don’t know. I guess I’d want you to hurt me so I could feel good.” “You’d associate pain with pleasure?” “I would.” “You’d want the pain because it meant you’d have pleasure, too?” “Probably.” “Would the pleasure mean more to you because you earned it?” “I think so.” “If I told you it turned me on to hurt you and then pleasure you in that order, what would you think?” “I would think you should do that to me then. Hurt me and then pleasure me.” Elle smiled. “That’s kink. It’s also kink when your deepest sexual fantasy is to be treated like a sex slave or punished by a teacher or tied up like a prisoner or spanked like a child.” “People do that?” “I do that,” Elle said. Kyrie held out her hand again to Elle. “Will you do it me?”
― Anonymous