It starts with a nibble, a pinch, a tap.
Building, creating shivers of sensation.
Slaps that create warmth on heat.
Arching slowly into it, urging on.
Redness glows brigher still.
Thud!
Hard against soft.
Repeating ripples of force.
Breath is heavy, heart is fast.
The beat is steady, but building.
Reinforced by firm grips, somehow comforting.
Gripped harder. Struck firmer.
Crack!
Sound ringing in the ears, but bearly heard.
Each sting brings warmth,
Flooding through the brain.
Burning ******.
This is love
This is release.
A word is called.
Silence.
Reasuring whispers are echoed.
Hands that were so recently harsh become gentle ripples.
The softness of another so close, so loving.
A smile, a tear, a word of thanks,
For the release so needed.