Pain and need.

The discomfort makes the pleasure better. And as well, and just as important, the discomfort is comforting, it belongs there, with me and helps.
If that makes any sense...

There's nothing quite like a sweet kiss on the forehead and a brush away the tears after being brought to your knees from pain. There's something sacred there, private and beautiful.

My teeth will chatter, eyes wide, begging please, but once the pain comes and I can push through it, I feel at peace and whole within that bliss. It's a high I've not been able to recreate. I cant get it anywhere else and I'm afraid that I've looked everywhere.

Can you hurt me?