I was recently told that I self harm with men.

I had a habit of self harm in the past when I was younger but it was physical.

I would take my tiny two blade razors or pieces of broken glass and cut up and down my arms and thighs.

But this is different.

At the moment, it's all I want.

Attention

The feeling of being wanted

The small form of intimacy that I can't get by myself.

I enjoy it, I really do.

The passion

The kissing so rough like hunger like neither of us has eaten in days

The teasing

The dominance

The breath hitched in his throat whenever I put him in my mouth.

Making another human feel good is erotic.

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