vanimp is into recieving “iceberg shots”

What pray tell are iceberg shots you ask?

‘beams’

Bruises from knuckle/fist punching layered upon themselves, one on top of another creating an almost iceberg effect. A bruise that takes time to appear and is deep. One you can feel but cannot see.

As a kid I was a tomboy. I liked rough and tumble play. Most of my significant others and mates  have had that kind of close relationship/friendship where ‘dead arms’ and ‘dead legs’ and chinese burns and the likes were part of the rough and tumble aspect. Playfighting and wrestling. All in fun for shits and giggles. One house I flatted in it was a common thing to see who could get a dead arm or leg in and render the person armless or legless first. The key was it was fun and it was consensual. For me it’s a massive release, kinda like playing a sport it gets the adrenaline pumping, the stress pours out and anger and pent up energy is directed and focussed or in my case normally me in a squealing heap with outbursts of ragey shit and lots of ‘fuck yous’ going on. Backyard boxing.

I grew up as a country kid, then after leaving home and growing up around farming communitites moved on to the world of horses. the injuries I sustained and the rough and tumble shit was yet again a normal thing. Kicks from hooves, falls, horses teeth, horses heads smacking into you at inconvenient times, it was all something I was used to.  I used to beam at the fucked up bruises I’d gain. None of it had a motive behind it at all it was just what I was used to growing up around.

The older I got the more fucked up insane shit I tried. Lots of crazy things, car hoods, tied to a jeep and all piled upon it going ‘paddock surfing’. Train jumping at the local train tracks. Looking for the next rush. Jumping off the bridge at the local dam, surfing, go karting, lots of insane stuff. An ex and I used to have alot of playfights, and I’d always come out second best.

The thing is and still is a sense of fun. I don’t mind a bit of hurt it’s all part of it. I’m kinda thinking karate would be kinda cool to take up but these days I can’t do many sports because of an old injury in my knee.

Thats where kink comes in. Impact play, rough body play, it does something for me. It helps release pent up shit. Gets rid of rage and angries and leaves me in a smiling content heap.

I kinda needed a release.

Iceberg shots. I haz dem.Lots. All over.

I can feel my muscles burning, I poke spots where bruises haven’t appeared yet.

I smile.

I’m content.