(that’s a breath noise… think of the whoosh of air that comes out of your mouth when someone superhot walks past… or a lotus drives by)
my last lover and i eventually agreed not to bite each other because well, i have a little bit of a teeth problem. and by teeth problem i mean?
i mean that when i am in the throes of fantastic fucking i tend to sort of not notice exactly what i’m doing and there’s this delicious spot where the neck and shoulder meet that i love to well, chomp the shit out of. and i don’t mean a little tiny bite okay?
i mean bite marks that turn purple and last for days.
the kind of biting that causes me to groan deeply in parts of me that don’t groan very often. in fact the kind of biting that at one point caused me to believe that i might just be deeply masochistic. (which i’m not.)
in short, i love teeth. love them, but effectively gave them up for lent. the only partner that liked them at all felt that it might send the wrong message to the woman he was actually after if he kept showing up with giant bite marks all over his neck and everyone else clearly got a little touchy with deep nibbling.
and then i went on a date with a sweet young thing. (met him through a matchmaking website of all things)
a polite date with hugging and a follow-up phone call to arrange another date.
which we went on. and we talked and we ate and we laughed and we walked and then we ended up on a park bench near my home. so we’re sitting there (both, i suspect but i can only speak for myself) and dying to cuddle or something and i say something which i no longer remember and he says something about that earning me a bite.
so i stick out my arm.
and he bites it and i laugh and tell him the story of the time my best friend decided that ‘bite me’ was a great new expression. so great he said it like a hundred times in one day.
so i did.
i bit him so hard he had a badinfluencegirl shaped set of toothmarks on his shoulder for two weeks! anyway mr. sweet young new man says ‘show me’
and i look askance at him and try to figure out if he’s serious which he assures me he is … so i bite him. same place with a little less teeth and a touch more sensual… and he reacts.
he reacts well. so we start to sort of snuggle and play with each other’s skin and nip each other here there and everywhere and then eventually of course it’s some ungodly hour of the morning and i have to go pass out because i have work in the morning.
and, since i’m not that kind of girl, i don’t invite him to sleep over. but i want to.
the next day i get an email informing me that he has bite marks on his shoulder and he’s DELIGHTED about them BUT that he’s a little sad because he doesn’t think that the marks will stick.
and i exhale with a whoosh.
i exhale because i fucking LOVE to bite things! love to sink my teeth into their tender flesh and work away at it with my sharp little teeth until one might think that a vampire had been feasting there and forgot to tidy up after themselves.
i love the deep fucking bite and the little nip and the chomp on unexpected places and worrying at nipples with my molars and pretty much anything you can do with teeth up to and including nipping at toes (if they’re clean.)
and so does he.
i already wanted to take this man who picks up not inconsiderable me like i weigh nothing and drag him into my lair whereupon i would impale myself on any piece of him i could find that seemed fun to sit on until one of us begged for mercy.
i already wanted to take those giant hands and find out if the knuckles are bendy (and if you have to ask me WHY i want to know that…? *laughing*)
i already want to run my fingers through any of the hair on his body and tug gently.
i most definetely want him to hold my hands above my head and fuck me like a steam engine.
and then? he likes teeth?
i’ve been a sloppy, horny, distracted MESS ever since! ever since!
i tend not to fuck men that i haven’t slept with. well unless i’m only after a one night stand.
i tend to want to know a man a little before i get naked with him because (FOR ME!) it makes the sex better.
but i am not sure i’m going to manage to wait with this beautiful man who is rather younger than i am. and i’m not sure that i mind. maybe my ‘tendencies’ don’t matter… and maybe they do, it’s hard to say.
he picks me up like i’m weightless… this has SO MANY possibilities…
*just breathe baby, just breathe because you have all the time in the world*
