sluttyrory: Her bruises were a badge of honor, a reward she had earned through endurance and surrend
sluttyrory: Her bruises were a badge of honor, a reward she had earned through endurance and surrender. Nevermind that no one else could see them, she knew they were there; a secret remembrance of their time together. She relished admiring them in the mirror, tracing her slender fingers over where his hands had come down forcefully against her supple flesh, or where the tool of his choosing had left an imprint for her to think about the next day. Wearing these beautiful bruise gave her a unique sense of peace and calm. A languid tranquility filled her soul, like a drug with the perfect antidote to ease her stress. She knew that as they faded from red to purple to blue to yellow to nothing, so would that feeling. But for now it was the perfect juxtaposition to the seemingly horrific display of messy broken blood vessels on the outside of her armor, because on the inside was a most perfect feeling of contentment this girl could ever desire. Photo Credit: @soft-in-your-palm#originalwriting @sluttyrory -- source link