o n y c h e c t o m y

o n y c h e c t o m y

Sarina, 21, Germany.
I'd like to live in Disneyland and love kittens and french kisses.

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dystopiabella:

nasha lina

"Sie ist nicht böse, sie hat nur ein gebrochenes Herz."

crimson-uncovered:

Nothing is more exquisite than when the line between pleasure and pain begins to blur.
It happens when I overstimulate myself, when the climax has come and gone, when I’ve cum and gone into that blissful place in my head and yet my hands just won’t stop moving.
They’re on autopilot, drawing the pleasure out to impossible lengths, my mind no longer in charge of my body. I’m panting and sweating and my fingers won’t stop moving because I’m in the throes of pleasure and I’m a greedy slut and I want more more more more more.
I’m so sensitive in that one precious spot that the over-stimulation is intense, so intense that it hurts and I can’t tell if I like it or not.
I end up whimpering and twitching by the end of it, making a mess of myself.
I can only imagine how it would feel when the intensity is at the hands of someone else. When I can’t make it stop, when the pleasure morphs into the most torturous kind of pain.
I predict less whimpering and twitching, more screaming and thrashing.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.