The Mark of a Beast
Filed under: Eros - May 30, 2007 @ 12:16 pm
I was out of town drinking with a dreadfully sexy manly man I wasn’t supposed to fuck. Rather, he wasn’t supposed to fuck me.
He got a glint in his eye as he ordered a whiskey. “Whiskey makes me crazy,” he confessed.
Intrigued, I was curious to see where this was going. Meanwhile, I had a few myself. Occasionally, our legs would touch under the table, and the sexual tension between us mounted.
We stumbled back to the hotel room a couple hours later. I wasn’t sure if he would stay, so I timidly glanced over at him. That was his cue to push me on the bed facedown and ravage me, pawing and biting, ripping off my dress. I felt a lightning bolt to my cunt every time our flesh touched.
“Hurt me,” I whispered urgently, my face in the pillow. I wanted to really feel it.
Holy shit. Never say that to a werewolf.
Possessed by lord knows what, he yanked my hair so ferociously I felt like my neck would snap. He smacked my ass so hard I heard the force of the blow ring for seconds afterwards. He grabbed and pulled and invaded, leaving me breathless, my head spinning. I felt his ragged breathing roaring in my ear. His cock felt like a red hot poker. Like a violent thunderstorm, he thrashed me and there was nothing I could do but ride it out. After the onslaught he left me quaking on the bed. I passed out.
I woke in the morning, and at first I thought it was all just a wild dream, but then I saw his body hair all over the tangled white sheets. Fuck, it looked like a dog fight took place.
I gingerly walked over to the mirror and counted all the bruises. Seven, eight… And then, man o man, I saw the handprint (pawprint?) on my ass.
Later on I saw him, and I grumbled, “Jesus, I feel like I’ve been thrown down a flight of stairs!”
He sheepishly apologized, “I told you whiskey makes me crazy.”
Whiskey my ass! More likely his behavior could be blamed on the fact that he was married and Christian and a savage beast. And he took all that conflict out on me. Ah well, I did ask for it…
May 30th, 2007 at 1:57 pm
I need to see more of your ass please.
May 30th, 2007 at 2:02 pm
See this post for a less abused shot
http://www.thebeautifulkind.com/?p=1098
May 30th, 2007 at 7:45 pm
I have seen handprints that linger for an hour. If that photo was taken the following morning that was one SERIOUS welt. Did the handprint bruise?
May 31st, 2007 at 6:53 am
The less abused shot is soooooo much more appealing. My kingdom for a chance to supplant a long warm kiss on each cheek and a roaming moist tongue deep into the most beautiful arse I have seen. *sigh*
May 31st, 2007 at 7:23 am
Wow, that must have hurt! Gee, where is Humbert to see that?
May 31st, 2007 at 7:26 am
Sex and Violence? a potent combination. I found this post very disturbing. Your usual ball busting attitude seems to differ from your passive acceptance that echos that of many battered women. You asked for it? I didn’t read it like that. At least you did not accept the whiskey excuse. If Lon Chaney Junior did not feel deep guilt and remorse in the daylight then maybe he needs a good bruising and ass smacking.
May 31st, 2007 at 8:02 am
I think it’s important to distinguish between wild sex (to which both parties have implicitly of explicitly consented) and ordinary domestic violence. First, this sounds like a one-time deal, so there is no pattern of good-bad cycles.
Second, he is not blaming TBK for anything (i.e. “If you had only undressed faster, I wouldn’t have hit you” or something like that.)
Third, acts done in the name of mutual pleasure may not alwyas be pretty but they are just that — acts in the name of mutual pleasure. And sometimes they hurt (say, my boyfriend somehow managed to hurt my lower back with his wild techniques, but I really don’t mind).
I admit though that the experience TBK describes sounds a bit scary.
May 31st, 2007 at 9:23 am
This post IS disturbing, definitely interesting and worth sharing. It was mutual, I very much wanted to be with him, but it went beyond what I’m used to when it comes to rough sex, and that shook me up. I had a hard time wrapping my head around this intense experience. I felt confused and in awe of the force and passion but didn’t feel used, degraded, or creepy afterwards as I have with other encounters. I rarely get that used/creepy feeling, since I pretty much sign up for whatever gets dished out, one night stands, casual sex, sleeping with married men, crossing lines, and if it doesn’t go the way I wanted, I consider it a learning experience and move on.
PS: The handprint lasted for a few days and sure did bruise! Then again, I bruise easy. I have a bite mark on my ass now as a matter of fact. Beastly men!
May 31st, 2007 at 7:34 pm
Holy Fucking Jesus… that’s quite the paw print! Glad you lived to write about it!
June 15th, 2007 at 3:35 pm
See now, I think this is positively HOT!