It hurts, this wanting you. Wanting to feel the sting as you fist your hands in my hair. Wanting the firm press of your lips on mine. The slick glide of tongue against tongue. Wanting to feel the scrape of your teeth against the sensitive skin of my throat. Gods, wanting the melting pain as you bite down. Wanting to feel a grip that leaves bruises with the strength of your need. Bruises on my hips and thighs, bites on my throat, my breasts, my thighs. I want you to want me so hard it hurts. I want to feel it in my lips, my scalp, my skin, and deep inside. I want you to fill me with a whole new ache. Fill my emptiness with yourself and use me until I ache with your claiming. I want to feel it long after you are gone. I want to remember it with every throb and quake of my flesh. I want you to leave your mark, even if it is one that will fade. Once it’s gone, I want you to mark me anew. Fresh kisses, touches, and bruises each time my body tries to forget you. I want your taste on my tongue, salt and musk and you. I want to leave marks of my own, claiming you with nails and teeth. I want you to think of me with every shift of your skin. I want you to ask me for more when they disappear, ask for the welts and bruises of my intensity for you. Ask me, command me, dominate me, I want it all. I want it in your touch, your voice, your eyes, and your intent. I want to tap into your innate ferocity and see you wild for me. I want to see if you can put me in my place, if you can make me need to give you my submission. There is an aspect of me that wants to come out and play, to tempt and tease until you are at the edge of control, frayed to the point of snapping. I’m sure it will be delightful when you finally reach that end. I want the promise of your punishment. I want the burn of your hand after you put me over your knee. Give me that burn until I’m kissed with blushing red until you feel I’ve learned that lesson we both know I’ve ignored. Listen as the pleasure-pain sinks in and turns my whimpers to moans. I want to be like putty in your hands, malleable to your wants and needs. I want your needs to bear down on me until I break apart for you. Turn me into a trembling mess beneath your attention. I want to shiver at the touch of your breath. I want you to make me beg. If I beg for more or beg to stop, I wonder if you will listen. I hope you ignore my pleas for mercy. I want to be subject to your whims, my flesh yours to explore and sample as you please. I want to enjoy the spectrum of your desires, from the sweetest of kisses to the roughest of thrusts. I want to be broken down into instinct and intuition, meeting your needs before you know them yourself and satisfying my own with those same moments. I want you so deeply, so bitingly, that I’m surprised you can’t see it in the purse of my lips or the directness of my gaze. It hurts, this wanting you.