F**k BDSM

F**k BDSM

A Poem by Askew

Do you know what I've learned about myself? What I've realised? I understand now. I get it. The reason I like my sex so rough and violent and borderline worrisome.
I don't know how else to have sex. It was so terrifying the first time, I don't know how to separate sex and pleasure from tears and pain and fear because it's how I was taught.
I want to enjoy sex like a normal girl. I want to find pleasure in slow, passionate, gentle lovemaking. But I can't. I can't find climax without bruises and open wounds and tears streaming down my cheeks. I can't find climax without fear in my heart.
Because I don't know how to when I was groomed to lust after death.

© 2021 Askew


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A very fair description of one's self. And your chosen role?

Posted 2 Years Ago


Hello, Lexi! :)
This was an interesting read. And thats quite a breakthrough.
What sort of death do you lust after?

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Askew
Askew

Canada



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