“Do you like it when I squeeze your breast this way,” he asked, and it hurt, but he’d been driving me so crazy, I had no controls and it hurt but it also sent desire screaming through my body.
“Pain at the right time feels good,” his sexy voice whispered in my ear as he squeezed again, “there is a fine line between pain and pleasure,” and once more, desire went screaming through my body, and I buried his lips with my mouth, tasted his mouth passionately, and bucked up to meet his hips as he pounded his cock in me.
How long did were we at it that evening and night, we did stop for about an hour for dinner, and we did get some sleep, maybe 5 hours. At the time, that was the wildest night of my adult dating life.
But pain, I had to think about the pain. I responded to pain, passionately, deeply, completely wild and like a total bitch in heat with no boundaries. Now that the part of the brain with IQ was working, was that what I wanted?

He squeezed hard and it hurt. I asked myself again, did I want that? I can’t believe I responded to that the way that I did.

The intellect won, accepting pain wasn’t somewhere I wanted to go, and that was my only personals experience where pain was intentional. But, I did respond to it, so I can see how some can find some pain very sexually exciting, and there can be a fine line between pain and pleasure, as he pointed out to me.
It seemed to me, accepting pain into your sex life might lead to pain outside of your sex life, and it just wasn’t what I wanted in my life, so that was that.
I found my limit, what kind of limits do others have?

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