#buttsex

I want you to  
hurt me.
 
But not like that,
not with the gentility
of tying me down  
and gently reading
the rug burn on my back
like a Rorschach test.
 
While that sounds  
like a hell of a
way to pass a  
random Wednesday,
I want you
to
hurt
me.
 
I want to be on
the toilet tomorrow,
hands shaking
body tensed,
whimpering as I  
dab away the little
traces  
of
true  
lust.
 
I want you push
me face down
without a kiss
and smack the
firm globe of my ass,
get me hot for a little
play time,
 
and then I want you to  
really
hurt me.
 
Shove it in my ass
dry, the veins in  
your forearms standing
out like a man hanged,
pushing it in
hard,
sloughing the skin off your cock,
while holding my ass up  
and my head down.
 
I want to be covered in sweat
and I want you to forget my
name
while you battle
tight, unforgiving friction
and
just  
grunt.
 
And if I can form
words coherently  
then you’re doing it wrong.
 
The only sound I want to hear from me
is a battered
guttural
scream in the back of my throat
too far down to count as language,
too far away to pray,  
or beg;
I want you to  
rip those noises
from my throat
in time with the
slap of your  
thighs against mine.
 
And if you need to  
wrap your forearm  
around my neck
to keep me from  
getting
away,
then I want that.
 
The only softness in
our sex
should be the way my
skin rips beautifully  
(on the inside);
the way I become  
a human sacrifice,
a blood sacrifice,
a soul sacrifice  
on the altar of  
your
absolute
 
disdain.
 
 
I want to lean
my head against
the bathroom wall
after checking
my phone.
 
I want to hear
a drop of blood  
fall from my broken
ass as I act like a  
lovelorn little girl
and weep
because you
never messaged me
 
after.
 
 
I just want you to break me.
Then leave.
 
I just want
 
You
 
to hurt me
 
better than before