This so eloquently sums up what it is that makes my inner sadist purr.
Over the last few days since Thumper and I finished our first of what we hope will become an annual baseball trip, I have been reflecting about the fact that I really, really do love the way he sounds when I hurt him. So much so that I have listened to the recording of it that we briefly posted on Twitter multiple times and always, always have this giant smile on my face when I do it.
In fact, my love of this sound has evolved and now I would be remiss if I didn’t say that I have grown to not only love the way he sounds when I hurt him, but…
I love the way he feels when I hurt him:
When I am doing things to him he squirms, moves, and writhes in ways that I bet even he is surprised that he can do. That is…
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Thank you for the reblog.
You’re welcome 🙂