RoseElephant copy.jpg
  • dearabi

Battle Scars.

I remember using the bathroom at work a few years ago, and looking in the mirror before walking out to make sure I didn’t look like shit. That particular day, I noticed an oddly shaped bruise on my right arm. Perplexed as to how it got there, I began recalling the night before. Did I get drunk? Did I get into a fight with a dog? Did I run into a wall? 

Just as I was about to give up, I remembered something. I put my arm in the air and turned my face to the right as if to kiss my bicep, and just as I suspected – my mouth lined up perfectly with the bruise. Chuckling to myself as I walked back out, I realized it was a bruise from biting my arm the night before in an attempt to shush myself while I was getting fucked into Narnia.

If you’re anything like me, you like it rough ever so always often. Slow and sweet is lovely, but getting manhandled makes me feel like a woman. Bruises and scratch marks are usually a clear indication that someone did more than knit a sweater the night before. While unsightly to some, they’re the sexual equivalent to a soldier’s purple heart. So don’t be ashamed of a sex induced battle wound (unless it’s a hickey, ew). A little (consensual) choking and  pulling doesn’t hurt unless it hurts so good.

1 view

Recent Posts

See All

What am I?

Intimacy. Licking your brain, while massaging mine. Exploring you inside and out. Becoming one then two then one again. Feeling you. Tasting you. Loving you. Lingerie and tailored suits, sundresses an

  • White Facebook Icon
  • White Twitter Icon
  • White Instagram Icon

© 2020 I'll make you feel things.