This post is long over due… time slips between my fingers…
Last week, after having done this to my breast, I encountered a very interesting dream. It involved the world’s favorite serial killer… that’s right… Dexter. Oh and it wasn’t just any dream mind you. He wasn’t out trying to kill me or anything. No, this was a sex dream.
Last week, my body was hyper sensitive and in sexual overdrive. My breasts had been freshly marked for my Master in such a way that I have never done before. Emotionally, I was on high alert to how my breasts came to look the way they did. From my adoration and dedication to my Master. I was finally embracing the sick fuck that I am.
Cue Dexter…
A “sick fuck” of his own. A serial killer dedicated to murdering the scum of Miami… and in my dream, I wanted him. But Dexter is shy, keeping to himself and very much a boy when it comes to sexual advancements. In my dream, he was trying to avoid me.. push me away, since I knew how much of a “monster” he was. It didn’t matter to me. I wanted him even still.
We were kissing passionately, I tearing at his clothes. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fuck me. I didn’t just want him to fuck me… oh no… being a serial killer with his particular skills and knowledge, I wanted more from him. I wanted him to hurt me like no other could. He pushed me away, resisting, in his mind I was crazy. I finally lowered my shirt, revealing my black and blue breasts. Showing him how masochistic I was. Showing him how twisted and perverse I in fact was. That I wasn’t just talking the talk. I wanted him to see for himself that I really could take anything he did to me. I just wanted him to fuck me and hurt me while he did it. Use his shiny knives on me.
And then I woke up …
