The sound of your skin

🪦 Welcome to my underworld.🪦

You can call me 794.

Likes;

Blood, CNC/rape fantasy, kidnapping, pet play, drugging, beating, murder fantasy, hunter/prey, stalking, manipulation, degradation/humiliation, knife play, impact play, bondage, somnophilia, hatefucking, painsluts, being cut sensually, hair brushing, hickeys, brat taming, cannibalism, intimacy, anorexia, latex, high heels, femininity… the list goes on.

This will be mostly about me, 794.

What it means to survive.

Mercy is rare, scars tell stories, and every heartbeat sounds like a countdown. If you crave crimson, chaos, and romance that survives the slaughter, you’ve found the right place.

My eyes seek beauty and this is it.

Content warnings;

✦ Blood-soaked aesthetics

✦ Violence

✦ Psychological darkness

✦ Broken hearts and doomed devotion

✦ Monsters, ghosts, and things that should stay buried

I was in Paris once.

I took the tram way and I caught a scent. It was sweet, tender but also violent. It attracted me instantly. I stood up and looked around searching for this scent. Then I found it. A blonde girl maybe 5’4 with dark green eyes, she was staring directly at me. This was our first moment together. My nose filled with her sweet perfume and our eyes locked together. I wanted to consume her.

She looked away as if nothing had happened, nothing had happened. Yet.

I sat down next to her in the tram and just enjoyed her scent as much as I could. She had fake nails and kept typing on her phone, I didn’t like that.

She got off 2 stops after.

I got off 1 stop after her and back tracked, someone with a scent like that can’t go far.

I only meant to follow her for a few minutes.

She kept looking back. That was our second moment together. The chase. She loved it.

I walked closer and closer to her, We turned down a quiet street, she ended up stopping completely. I had to. There was no one. I had to.

Grabbed her neck from behind and shoved her to the nearest wall, she hit the ground hard. I heard a sound, but all I could think about was her dripping wet cunt. Kicked her twice then grabbed her hair to see her face. Those green eyes how can I forget them.

I started caressing her and giving her head pats. She thoroughly enjoyed it. Our third moment together.

I left her there without touching her further but gave her my instagram.

3 days later she messages me.

We plan to meet up.

We meet up.

She’s crying already and dripping wet telling me how sorry she is how stupid she is and how horny she is. We hug and I kiss her forehead but I don’t understand.

We go to a park and she’s calmed down. She pulls mephedrone out her pocket and we start doing lines. I am mostly non verbal focusing on her skin, veins, hair, eyes, her scent. we end up going to a rave.

consent and trust is THE most important thing.

If you want to do it with someone, you need to have a serious conversation first.

They need to explain how they will do something to you, or how you should do it to yourself.

Explain the extent (one cut? Three? Make a plan)

Check in often to see how you are feeling.

If you are uncomfortable you have to be confident enough to be able to say you want to stop.

When it’s done, whether bc you were uncomfortable or just finished in general, you both need after care.

After care is a huge thing that makes or breaks a kink experience.