I crave a balance between the rough and the gentle.
A harsh tug on my hair, followed by a soft stroke. A sharp sting on the ass followed by a caress. A slap across the face, and then a touch that’s ten times lighter. The sharp twist of a nipple while the other breast is fondled. Fingers roughly rubbing against my wet cunt while soft lips press against my forehead.
Short, hard, fast thrusts that later morph into slower, deeper, more rhythmic ones. More pleasure, less pain. More emotion, less of the primal urges.