the knife's edge caresses your soft white skin..... not enough pressure to open a wound, but enough to let you know where the blade is......
up your inner thigh i work the tip, ever so often pressing a bit harder..... slicing the tiniest of slits in your flesh....... you quiver with anticipation and the slightest bit of fear....... i bring the flat of the blade across your labia... you tense a bit from the touch of cold steel...... i keep going slowly up your belly, around your navel, and between your breasts....... the knive's edge drawing out a faint red mark where it has been.......
looking at your face i see your eyes are closed.... lips slightly parted, nostrils flaring just a bit.... ecstasy showing through.......
i lay the knife on your chest, blade resting lightly in your cleavage...... if you move, you'll be cut...... you know it, so you slow your breathing.......
i move my way down once again, caressing and stimulating...... you're caught in a decision..... give in to pleasure and be cut, or stop here and speak out.......

you've chosen pleasure.....

on and on we go, for hours...... when you and i are finally spent, we lay back on the sheets...... once white, but now stained with red blotches...... i look at your face, a little drip of blood is rolling off your lips.... you smile at me, and lean over for a kiss..... i return it, and bite your lip till it bleeds still more...... again you smile, rest your head on my arm.... hair matted and sticky...... and fall fast asleep......