Anticipation is a strange thing. Ahead of any kind of session, I feel a kind of fear, longing, and desire all mixed up.
But the strangest thing is that the thing I like best is explaining my desires. Then it depends on who I am talking to. Is this a person who will beat me? Is it someone who will humiliate me? One who will punch my body until it turns so red that I know black bruises will appear in two days time (I do not know why heavy bruising takes an extra day – I will never understand that). Is it someone who will want to bend me over and bang my glory hole? Someone who wants to spit into my eyes? I am never sure until we speak….and if I ever get hard, it is just then. Once the session starts, my flaccid cock just dribbles away….and I am in a strange kind of delirium.
Afterwards, I just feel like I float away….I feel utterly invincible.