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I adore sensation. I love textures, different types of pain, things that make me feel. I have a form of synesthesia, which for me is crossed wires in my brain that sometimes lets me ‘see’ some types of pain/pleasure as colours or really strong mental images. Sounds weird, but to me it’s awesome. When my synesthesia is tripped, everything has it’s own specific colour, and sometimes multiple shades and colours for one specific feeling.
To me, being flogged ‘looks’ like ripples of deep greens and blues. The first strike of a paddle on my ass is a deep blue/black, that fades out into lighter shades of blue/grey as the initial sting eases. Knives dragging against my flesh leave behind ribbons of bright arterial-blood-red, while needles placed under my skin bloom into flowers of deeper reds and golds. Rope digs into my skin in negative-images lines of peacock-green and gold, flashing bright behind my eyes. It pushes me down into subspace where there’s nothing but blackness and faint ripples of colours and sensations around the edges. Orgasms are bright flashes of white, mixed with jagged edges of primary red and blue and yellow.
Is it any wonder I’m a sensation slut?
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