Will S, playing with fire
One night in bed I did something I’d never done before. Well, I’d never done it by myself at least.
I somehow managed, while sleeping, to carve a deep gash into my upper arm, just above the elbow. Not only am I unsure how this happened I wasn’t even aware of it happening until I woke up partially covered in my own blood. Luckily for me this is not the first time I’ve awoken to find more blood on me than I expected but this time there were no broken bottles nearby or my ex-girlfriend with her devil grin to help explain. This one’s a mystery for now.
I met a girl once who liked to bleed. At first she just liked to be bitten, which I am game for. Then she wanted BITING, till it left marks, again…I tried to give it my best. Leaving my dental records on her body wasn’t cutting it though, literally, because she wanted me to break the skin…bite ’till she bled.
Couldn’t do it, no way, no how. No amount of begging or barter could change my mind. Her angry insistence couldn’t change my mind. The .25 in her purse couldn’t make me do it, even when she pointed it to my face. I tried and just couldn’t do it, and I didn’t really believe she’d hurt me . At the end of the night, neither of us ended up bleeding.
She left, I never saw her after that, which is good even if it was up until the violence the best second date a guy could hope for.
Rantasaurus Says: If that’s what passes for a good date, why don’t you come over and watch me gnaw on a mammoth carcass. We can cuddle afterwards.
Thanks for posting my story.
my god that’s just fucked up. (not you will, but the date.)