Why I’m (sometimes) masochistic
Friday, January 19th, 2007No, it’s not because I enjoy pain. Or that pain feels good to me.
I get intense pleasure knowing that I’m pleasing someone else. Well, sexually anyway. No, I’m not going to wash your windows for you. 
So, being spanked, having my hair pulled, my nipples pinched and twisted, being fucked from behind with me on my knees — him thrusting so hard and so deep that each piercing push is a jab of pain… it’s knowing that HE knows that I’m **enduring** the pain so that he has his pleasure.
Kind of weird roundabout thinking, huh?
In other words, if I’m with someone who is turned OFF by causing any pain, then I wouldn’t enjoy it either. And it’s not something I *need* either.
I’m not sure if it’s possible to really explain this to someone who doesn’t feel this way, but oh well, at least I’ve tried. Just cuz I felt like it. 