Needing is hard for me. It feels wrong, greedy. But the truth is, I do need.
I need you. I need to be touched and aroused and taken up and sent over the edge. I need to be controlled and maintained and kept humming and balanced so I don't go teetering off one edge or the other. I need to feel you.
I need to be played with and impacted and yes, hurt. I need to be bound and contained and forced, and pushed and stretched. I need to feel you over me, in all ways. I need this to keep me from careening out of control, or worse, just halting dead in my tracks.
I need to know that it's ok to need these things. I need to know you will recognize this, and handle it, and decide. I need to know that you want me to need these things.