misfire
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Greenville, SC Status: offline
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Knives certainly do elicit a strong response from people; I've never encountered someone who was very "meh" about the subject. My first experience with knives outside of the kitchen occurred on a first date with a rather charming gentleman who took me back to his place, cut the lights, and held the knife to my throat. Before that night, I never knew how loud I could scream, how hard I could punch, and how fast I could run. (The only lasting harm has been to him, I think. He claims his vision is fuzzy from where I decked him in the eye. Not that I could see where I was punching, but...) During scenes, though, when there's definite consent, I love knives. He's never cut me deeply; just nicked me when the knife was against my throat. I feel helpless, scared, and thrilled all at the same time. I admit to having felt nervous the first time he tied me up and pulled out his favourite knife; I love him, I do, but there's this nagging little voice in the back of my head that's screaming "bastard's got a knife! kick him! run!" But I didn't kick him or run, and I wouldn't have, even if I weren't tied up. And it was beautiful. Every knifeplay experience since then has sent me into a really incredible headspace.. no bloodletting yet, though. I'm still a little nervous - and squeamish - about that.
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