The Ambivalent Sadomasochist (possible trigger warning)

My new lover (I do love using that word) and I were messing about a few hours ago and ended up having VERY rough sex and now I ache all over. Bite marks on the nipples, broken skin on the back, hand prints on the arse, unnerving rose-tinted swellings on the neck, pain in the abdomen, cunt battered to bits. The whole nine yards.

My ambivalence on this matter is powerful. I very much enjoy it in and of itself (in the heat of the moment, in other words) but I really don’t relish the few-hours-later aftermath of feeling in dire need of an arnica and a hot water bottle between my legs.

I am torn (the pun was unintentional, I assure you).

Still… you should see the other guy.