The Biter

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He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, a barrier from which there was no escape, and pulled me in. A sudden move that pulled me off balance. And he bit down on my shoulder until the world reduced to that exact spot.

I felt his teeth as he bit down. Sharp. Too much. Not enough.

The pain was intense and blossomed and bloomed in tight, pin-sharp ripples. I moaned. Breathed. Processed.

The world zoomed in until it was just that spot on my shoulder. My cunt clenched.

More bite. Another layer of pain. More processing. Pleasure rippling through me in a way that nothing else does.

It was vicious, visceral. Vicarious pleasure.

I moaned and gasped and writhed as he held us in that space. He held me physically as he administered the pain. But he held my head in that space too, allowing me the luxury of turning pain into pleasure.

It hurt so good. It hurt so much.

It hurt too much. My safewords formed on the tip of my tongue. I needed to use them. I needed to speak, but it hurt too good to call an end to it. My body screamed for it to stop, yet I needed the pain.

Pain speaks to me in a way that nothing else can. It’s grounding, liberating, arousing, and challenging. It shows me my limits and endurance. It makes me clench. It makes me wet. It makes me want.

Nothing else can come close to it.

The bite happened last week. The bruise is still tender and sore and I’ve come so many times since, fingers pressing into it to remind me, my other hand working my clit until I come in big heaving gasps.

It was a one-off. A unexpected play session. But it showed me what I want and what I need. How I get that, regularly, with someone who understands these things about me, I don’t know.

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11 thoughts on “The Biter

  1. It’s a different kind of pain and processing – I have mentioned in on the blog before, but this was a different and unexpected intensity and connection, so was a different headspace and I therefore processed it in an entirely unique way.

    1. Thank you. I’m glad you connected with it. Trying to put such feelings into words is very hard, but you make me feel I achieved it 🙂

  2. I’ve been bitten a number of times by Ryan, but in the heat of a sexual encounter not as an event in its own right. We also used to be into the vampire thing a bit, so that was another layer of eroticism… I’m very intrigued by your story, but I can’t quite get my head around the differences…
    On the other hand I’m with you on the matter of finding someone to play with regularly that does the things I want and need (when I figure those things out). I just wish I’d known then what I do know now. I do know I won’t settle for vanilla any more, I just wish I could find someone like Ryan again. But then I won’t, when I spend all my time blogging…
    Indie x

    1. I’ve been bitten as part of play before but never as a ‘thing’ in its own right like that. I guess it was more erotically charged for me because of the circumstances, the unexpectedness, and that it was someone new. It has made me realise I need to find a more regular play partner, but how to do that without attracting all the “domly domly doms” with their “one twue way” on sites such as FetLife, I have no idea. I’ve started going to munches and rope events locally, so we’ll see what happens…

  3. My wife used to like me to bite and nibble on her neck (but not as hard as your man did). I’m not sure why we (I?) stopped – maybe I’ll try it again.

    1. I think we go in patterns and waves of behaviour, and somehow it’s easy to forget a particular thing until we get a reminder

  4. I went right to my own memories of every time John Brownstone has bitten me – marked his property as he calls it. I’ve never been able to articulate the sensation in my skin, my flesh, my mind, or my cunt. You’ve done it perfectly. I nearly safeword out too and then I don’t, because I don’t want it to end.

    And yes, I wish you could have this kind of play on a regular basis. ((HUGS))

    1. It’s such a “want not want” with that kind of pain but it’s also so intimate and connected. Hopefully I’ll work something out…

  5. I do so love biting and reading your account of being the bitee and how you went back and forth in your mind of how it hurt and yet felt so good. Hopefully now knowing how you feel about it you can somehow find a way to work it into your life, you never know.

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