To tell you I do not know where I am going. It will be more a collection of small texts, small ideas that come to me like that. I can develop them if you wish.
Finally, good reading!
[ Sorry I suck for translate, I hope it's not too horrible..]
Maybe it was not sane.
Maybe it was bad all that. Love these was surely strange but honestly Cloud did not care of that.
He liked to be like that, arms tied behind his back, legs connected by a spread bar leaving him wide open just like Zack loved, mouth filled with a gag, his pretty pink lips spread by the toy, a light net of drool flowing along of his jaw. Oh yes, Cloud liked all this and the thin piece of silk that covered his pretty eyes, feeling the leather thongs brush the thin skin of his buttocks already so reddened by so many previous punishments. This feeling was worse than intoxicating, the feeling of being loved, being so ardently desired, protected, feeling so alive in Zack's arms.
He no longer feared anything in those moments and had total confidence in him. It was their moment, their secret, their play, their pleasure and nobody had anything to do with it. They both loved this relationship of submissive and dominance. So Zack could overflow with tenderness and love the day as the night he became cruel and violent , it was wild and too bad, or too good, the border was so thin. So much the worse that Cloud could have scars or tears because he wished that. Push the limits until they kill hiself and die, die of love. Dying from the hand of the other in a breathing game or dying from the other's blade in a blood game, searching for death, flirting with and finally kissing him as the two lovers did, tearing his lips, and let go.
Oh yes ! Cloud loved these games ... His games ... Their game.
