Never slap out of anger. Only to reinforce that she’s on object to be used however you please.
Some people might call this abuse, this relationship we have. The kind of fuckery we enjoy. Here’s the thing.
When you are so mad at me that there are tears in your eyes and you are trembling, you grab me in a bear hug and kiss me with so much passion that it makes my heart want to explode. You craft the most beautiful words of love and need. When you are upset at me and frustrated you speak gently and measure your words.
When you love me, you smack me around and bruise me and hurt my little body with your cock and your hands and your mass. You pump your flesh into mine and remind me what a good, worthless piece of rape meat I am. And other such sweet nothings.
So please, keep abusing me. I’ve never been happier in all my life.
(Source: ilovepornextreme, via subslut29)