A Tidbit from Taylor

A forum post Taylor made the other day…

shared here just cuz I liked the way he put it and wanted to save the words.

Punching

“Yup, you read it right, I said punching.

Balled up, clenched up, rock hard fist slammed into the face or flesh of your partner.

Punching, the brutal impersonal jab of dominance in a very raw and primitive form. Bruising sent deep, deep into the muscle of her thighs, so deep they take two days to become visible on the skin. A solid blow to the back, heavy on the ribs, pounding the breath from her but leaving no discernible mark, except the one on her mind.

That shot to the head when she’s crossed the line she knows is going to get her knocked on her ass. That fat lip that quivers and bleeds as it swells below those begging, pleading, needing, adoring eyes.

That soul shattering, world rocking, unequivocal bashing that reminds her of the power you wield over her, of the strength you possess to rend her body, to hurt her, to manipulate, bully, possess and control her.

Knuckles to the back of the head during and rather intense and brutal ass fuck. Scared knuckles mashing her body under you.

Leaving that goonie right above and behind her ear, the one only you and her know is there, that lump that’s still tender, that makes her flash back to the fist that made it, to the passion behind the fist.

The undeniable act, the vulgar display of power. The unquestionable act of brute force.

Punching her.

Too far? Too much? Turn on? Turn off? Heavy play? Abuse?

What if she consents to it? What of she even needs it, wants it, gets the fuck off on it?

Time to take off the gloves, time to put the masks aside and let he societal accepted norms go. Time to be raw and dirty.

Time to stop being nice proper well mannered kinkies and reveal the real perverts inside.

Come on…lets talk about it.”

And now I just need to inspire him this weekend.

Cuz, yeah, when he writes about brutality it makes me want some.

Bad.