The Lover wants to hold me close and tell me that he loves me. He wants to care for me, wrap me in his arms and watch transformers with me.
The Sadist wants to hurt me, wants to make me cry, wants to wrap me tight in his rope and kiss the tears he put there from my cheek.
The Lover would never want to hurt me, would never want to make me cry, wants to wipe away my tears, to tell me that everything's going to be ok, that he loves me, that I'm safe in his arms.
The Sadist knows that I am safe with him, but sometimes wants to make me forget it while he hurts me more than I think I can take, gives me more and more until he gets to hear me begging, for more, for mercy, for permission.
The Lover wants only for me to beg for permission to cum, wants to make me orgasm until I can't any more.
The Sadist wants to deny me until I can't take it any more, wants to drive me to higher levels of intensity, wants me to go further than I have before, wants to show me how strong I am by breaking me a little every time to help me know myself.
The Lover wants to nurture me and protect me, wants to take me higher, wants to show me how strong I am, tell me I'm wonderful, and help me to know myself.
The Sadist and the Lover realise how much they have in common, they want the same things for me, they both love me, they just show it in different ways.
They talk, they resolve their differences, the Lover realises that he can show his love for me by letting the Sadist take over sometimes, he realises that the Sadist would not hurt me if he did not love me, he realises that the hurting doesn't mean he doesn't love me. The Sadist hurts me because he loves me, he realises that he doesn't have to fight with the Lover, he can give in and love me with all his heart. The pain he gives me can come from the love he has for me.
The Lover and the Sadist hold hands, they kiss, they walk off, hand in hand, into the sunset, to live happily ever after.
The End.
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