I've always been like this since a young girl. When I would tell most men that I like to be spanked, whipped on both my breasts and my pussy they woul... think I'm nuts and run for the hills. My husband tried but couldn't bring himself to beat me like I wanted. I like my breasts hurt and my pussy to hurt.So that brings me to one of my fantasies that I indeed carried out on myself. I had read on some S&M sites about to torture and cunt torture and was amazed at all the different variations that. They went for late night swims to gether and l would go to my room and read or watch some tv. Some nights l could hear faint moan's and crys comming from Kim's room down the hall. I thought she was crying from her lonliness and missing her husband. I never knew that Elaine was sleeping over and in Kim's room but l was naieve. Well by week 4 Kim and l got along so good that our conversation's got really personal. I could talk to her about anything including sex. I told her about my 2. The larger works were even more compelling to her. The multiplicity of it all was strange and hypnotic, felt like a fever dream, a darkness in her blood. The large format drawings might take days, but she never tired of working on them until one was finally finished. Then she was spent, her entire body aching with fatigue. Sometimes after she would fall directly into bed, exhausted and ink-stained, too tired even to remove her leg, and sleep for hours.After she completed several, she knew that. "It's just dinner. I've already ordered. Besides, you've been divorced for what a year now? You can't avoid each other."He was grasping at straws. I knew he didn't want to cut this date short. His hand felt warm. I hadn't felt someone hold my hand in a while. I had to admit that it felt good.I tried to fake a smile, I'm sure it came out ugly, and I quickly stopped, but I stayed planted in my chair, ready to face the evening.I still couldn't remember my date's name. Somehow that didn't bother.