Kink Of The Week: Biting

I’ve always associated biting and sex with…well, vampires and sex. From the first time I saw Dracula biting the neck of Lucy Westenra, I was hooked, wondering what it would be like to be bitten, to have those pearly fangs sink into the tender flesh of my neck, bringing me to ecstasy…

I’m also a True Blood addict (Team Eric, thank you very much), and good Lord, Eric could bite me anywhere he wanted. And now I’ll hum a bit of Judas Priest’s “Love Bites”…

But, fortunately or unfortunately, vampires aren’t real. While I may fantasize about being ravaged (and ravished) by Eric and his kin, in real life I’d rather my partner not draw blood. He can nip at my earlobes or bite gently on my lip. He can nibble on my neck or nosh my nipples. He can even playfully chew on my clit. But not hard bites, certainly not hard enough to draw blood – I’d rather not have his dental impression emblazoned on my breasts (or anywhere else for that matter). Erotic love bites I enjoy, even if they’re a tad painful, but I draw the line at his drawing blood or leaving a lasting mark. This is one limit he’s more than willing to abide by.

I’ve nibbled on him at times, although I’m limited as to where, and God help me if I use my teeth on his cock. He prefers my tongue and my lips working on him, and would rather I bite down on the gag in my mouth than on his body. And I’m happy to comply.

 

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