“You need bruises to know blessings and I have known both.” ~ Frances Shand Kydd
And oh have I finally been blessed with a delicious man who knows how to use his mouth and his fingers and when I say I like my thighs being bitten and I get off on bruises sets about giving me exactly what I asked for, leaving bruises on top of the bruises that he gave me just a few days before.
They hurt. My thighs. When I walk I can feel them. If I squeeze them together I remember and when I press my fingers into them I rewarded with the dull ache of tender flesh protesting beneath my finger tips. I would count my blessings but they have basically all merged into one dirty mess… a bit like me really!