Taboo Guy

I like it when he’s in control. I like it when he takes what he wants. I like it when he uses my holes for his pleasure.

I like it when humiliating me gets him hard. I like it when my tears make him harder.

I like it when he hurts me. I like it when he expects me to hurt for him.

I like it when he expects me to take it.

I like it when he makes the decisions. I like it when he says, Daddy doesn’t even have to ask, does he?

I like it when he doesn’t ask.

I like it when he tells me that this is what I’m good for. I like it when he treats me like his toy.

I like it when he bruises me. I like it when he marks me. I like it when I can feel him for days afterward.

I like it when I’m in pain because of what he did to me.

I like it when he reminds me that I’m his. I like it when he tells me that he owns me. I like it when he says that I belong to him, that I’m his now, that there’s nowhere for me to go.

I like it when he breaks me. I like it when he takes my vulnerability and rubs me raw with it. I like it that I can be that person with him.

I like it that he sees the darkest parts of me and still wants to be with me.