It seems like I have only just written about the topic of biting and here it is cropping up on the Kink of the Week. The last time I tackled this subject was back in October (2013) for Wicked Wednesday when I covered it from the view-point of being the biter as opposed to the bitee. I really recommend that you check out that post, Love Bites, as it explains how and why my biting days are, mostly, a thing of the past.
So what of me as the recipient?
He is most definitely a biter. He takes great pleasure in sinking his teeth into my flesh and biting down, often slowly, until I am whimpering beneath him. I think as much as the act of biting turns him on what really makes him growl with pleasure is my reaction to it. The whimpered pleading cries, the way it makes me freeze on the spot, like a gazelle caught in the jaws of a lion and then the way I admire the teeth marks and eventual bruises afterwards. It is that cycle of my reactions to his actions that, like so many of our kinks, feeds both our Dom and sub appetites.
There is something very primitive about biting/being bitten. It is very basic, just flesh and teeth. There is a consumption to it, a part of me taken into him, because he wants to taste me, hurt me, mark me. It often happens in the heat of the moment, particularly when we are fucking. Then, it feels to me like he wants to devour me, that having his cock in me is just not enough, more must be taken. It is that feeling of being feasted on and the weakness in me that his teeth sinking into my skin brings about that will nearly always be accompanied by not only moans and groans but a rush of heat and wet between my thighs.
So although I am now a reformed biter I am definitely a very happy bitee, as I think the smile on my face in this picture illustrates perfectly.
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