Masochism Quotes Novels & Stories

he says, giving the scars a pointed look. I snort, hiding my wrist from him. “These aren’t from suicide attempts.” The Chancellor pauses, and after a split second, he chokes on a cough, having figured it out. I have very odd fetishes, and my pleasure is often associated with pain. Maybe it’s because I was broken very early in my life. Or maybe I’d always have turned out this way. I have no idea, but bondage turns me on. Pain pushes me near orgasms. I’m a masochist, and it’s nothing I’m ashamed of.

"Or I'll drag you right back down to the basement and whip you until you tell me." "I ran because it was wrong what we did," I say, knowing that's not the entire truth. "There was nothing wrong with it." His eyes narrow. "Why are you running from who you are?" I search those beautiful, haunted hazel eyes. "Who I am?" "Yes, a masochist. I've known it since you were fifteen, Azira. You get off on pain and there's nothing wrong with it." I shake my head. "It wasn't just pain. What we did was sadistic. It was fucked up."

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

he says and I think for a moment. "I am a masoyist," I say, trying my best to pronounce the new word. "Masochist. But I'm not sure if you are, I was just joking really," he says and I frown. "I think I am. I like it when you hurt me. I like the spanking and the rough sex," I tell him as I rinse my body under the shower.

My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’ Well Damian will you need to fear my vengeance?

You aren't bad until you have your own motto- mines "wake up, breathe in, cause mayhem." You aren't bad until you are badass enough to get someone else's car resprayed. - pink did look good on the Mustang I have to admit. You aren't bad until you can take a late stroll after dark. - two in the morning is the best time. You aren't bad until you have the courage to insult even the scariest people three times your size and weight. - did that once, sorry there won't be a next time. You aren't bad until you're willing to risk everything for a taste of victory. -it's like having cake and eating it.

I am getting fed up with saying it, over and over. "I am his slave, I am a masochist, I enjoy pain, before, during and after sex and not during sex, it is consensual, I am in the BDSM lifestyle, any questions?" I look at her, her head shaking, Marcus looking at me confused. I am fed up with having to explain this to them, to the world, why can't they just do what we called them for and ignore everything else? They finish taking statements and leave Marcus looking at me.

Damon's eyes flashed with annoyance, his smirk faltering for a fraction of a second. He stepped closer to Antonio, the scent of smoke and cologne wafting off him. Antonio heart raced, sewing him naked and leaning closer to him, but before Antonio could say anything. Damon caught his jaw and spoke to his face. "You must have really lost your mind to say that. Look around you, pretty boy. Each of these men have been fucked mercilessly by you in this very place... whenever you feel like. In form of a punishment or for your own masochistic pleasure. You enjoyed filling your never-ending semen into them holes... until they are half dead...most of them have lost their senses down there from your t

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

He started with the website nomorefear.biz. There wasn’t much to it, just a black screen with a simple quote: “No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.” When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: