Love Hurts
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m lacking in grace and co-ordination. While I’ve (thankfully) never had major injuries my life is littered with broken toes and cracked ribs and pulled muscles and concussions. I’m almost always bruised in ways I can’t explain and even when I know exactly how I’ve come by a particular bruise the story tends to be unbelievably comedic. I met Doc many years ago on a BDSM hookup site. He was a GP, so evenings and weekends worked as well for him as they did for me. We chatted for a while before meeting up for coffee, where we chatted some more and laughed and he flirted heavily with me. He asked to come straight back to mine, and (for once) freshly shaved and groomed and with fresh linens on my bed, I agreed. Back at mine, naked in bed, Doc’s Dom tendencies came to the fore. I always have under-bed restraints on my bed, and he put them to good use, tying me extremely tightly before lying next to me and stroking my skin. I am extremely tickli