With desperate passion that makes my soul smile I know I must hurt you. Must cause you physical pain with my hands. I want to punch you in the face, kick you in the groin, pull your hair out in clumps with my bare fists. I love you I hate you I must blindfold you and tie you to the bed... beat you with a whip and laugh a cackle of insanity. I want to tear off your new white briefs and deny you a condom... put your manhood into my murderous mouth and lick and suck and bite just enough to draw blood... and ram you into myself and hurt you the way my father hurt me. You bastard! I love you! I hate you! I must cause you pain!
Reason for writing:
fight with my significant other & lots of physical abuse as a child/teenager.
Birth sign: Virgo
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