This post is guest curated by azura09:

Blood play is pretty far outside my comfort zone. This image appeals to me because of the handprint—the temporary record of how far two people have gone together along with the unseen, but most likely more permanent, cut or abrasion. There is some luckiness, I feel, in being someone who enjoys the kind of sex that leaves an indelible reminder of the experience when many of us are having sex that leaves no marks, no clear map to retrace.

Some of topping for me is wanting at least in the moment to remind the person of the impact I’m having on her body.  When we are done I will fold up into your arms like the scared, shy dyke I am who you allow, in this instance, to trust my instincts for both of us.