I was asked recently what it means to me to have a but of a sadistic side. After some thought I came up with the below:
"Sometimes I grow tired of being polite, conscientious, and considerate. Put away the facade of propriety and let loose. To tear, to bite, to pin, and to overwhelm utterly as I give form to those delightfully dark whispers. Forcing my deviant desires onto the world. Taking every inch I can and growling for more. Indulging that insatiable hunger that quests to do more, try more, take more. Until every effort is spent and there is only the soft exhausted buzzing fluttering about my mind and she is nothing but a quivering inarticulate mess of ravished satisfaction.
That and I'm very fond of how most bottoms react to my hand hitting them in a variety of ways."
