There is nothing I love more than waking up in the morning after a night of roughness to find bruises distributed all across my body.
Two small bruises on my wrists from his hand wrapped around them tight, holding them in place above my head.
A faint bruise on my neck from his lips sucking softly on the flesh.
A few bruises on my chest and breasts from his fingers pinching and grabbing with no sign of easing up.
One golf ball sized bruise on both sides of my hips from his hands grasping me with a needing force as he grinded against me.
And several bruises on my upper and inner thighs as his dominating side kicked in, spreading my legs and letting me cave into his helpless little bitch.
-Hidden Thoughts Exposed