poeticdesires

Category: Biting

  • Biting

    Teeth are not sexy.  Yes, white straight teeth can make a person seem more appealing, maybe a bit more attractive, but teeth themselves are just a part, not a feature.

    However, when a fuck buddy snuck up from behind once and whispered into my ear as a greeting, “I gonna bite your cunt,” before they bear hugged me, that shit was hot.

    I am amazed, at times, how much biting can turn me on.  How nuanced what a seemingly simple sex act can be.

    There is a spot, right where my neck meets my shoulder, that unfortunately does not get as much attention as my slutty nature would love.  When people sink down into that flesh, I feel instant arousal in my cunt.  My legs become jelly.  I find myself both grabbing their hair, pulling them in more for the bite, as well as grinding my hips into their crotch.  Biting my neck right there has gotten me almost to the point of orgasm.

    Certain sections of skin are more sensitive than others.  When my stomach or my inner thighs have been biten, the sexual exchanged turned from hot and bothered to torturous and cruel.  I went from moaning in pleasure to whimpering through the pain.

    My skin takes up bite marks really well.  In a memorable impromptu scene, a friend sunk their teeth into multiple spots around my neck.  My friend is very good at biting; for this particular exchange they latched on and held.  I yelped, then moaned, then ground my hips onto my seat.  When they had biten each side of my neck, as well as the back of my neck, they were so impressed by the indentations in my flesh that they pulled out their phone and took pictures.

    When I reminisce about the different types of biting I’ve experienced, I’m put in awe by the varying range of places and circumstances.  I’ve had my feet biten during a foot worship scene.  I’ve had my breast biten so hard and for so long at the same spot that a nickle shaped bump lingered long after I walked away.  My ears have been nibbled while making out.  My ass has been biten in the midst of the two of us rolling around on a bed while naked.  And yes, my cunt has been biten.  I gave a delicious scream when my fuck buddy did it, held on, released, and then bite me again.

    Biting, remarkably, is one area where the switch in me likes to come out.  While vigorously masturbating, or in the midst of really good sex, I’ve brought my own wrist to my mouth and sunk in.  For those partners who will allow it, I’m a big fan of biting their necks in the same spot I love.

    However, what I especially enjoy is attacking nipples.  I’ll start slow with my stimulation, licking around the areola and flicking my tongue at the tip.  Then I’ll graze my teeth against the nipple before surrounding the base and letting my teeth clench.  I’m slow when I bite down, knowing each person’s pain tolerance is different.  It is a delicious taste to have another’s flesh in my mouth, compressed in between my teeth, as well as experience the sensation my damn self.

    I am a big fan of biting.

  • Teeth

    I looked at him, smiled, and asked a simple question.

    “May I smell your jacket?” He returned my grin and stepped into my personal space. As my feet dangled from the short stage, I felt lost in the wondrous aroma.

    “I got this in Florence.” Real Italian leather, soft and supple leather. I rested my face against it, wanting to melt into him.

    Bringing myself back, I had to ask.

    “So, do you want to do anything?”

    He did, but… he had event duties and other dates already set. Still, he acknowledged the desire was there, as was the feeling that if we played it would be fun.

    For a second I stuck out my finger, but then I pulled back.

    “Do I have permission to touch you?” He looked on me quizzically, but then gave his consent, provided I stayed on the outside of his clothing. I poked his exposed tummy, just above his belly button.

    “May I touch you?” I gave him carte blanche, but then he wondered what my definition of touch was.

    “You can touch anywhere, including under clothing. You may take off clothes, but not rip off without consent.” A devilish grin crept across his face. Out popped his small knife. “Dammit! I’m not wearing destroyables.”

    I gave my usual caveats: no broken bones, no load bearing rigging from my piercings, no riping out of piercings.

    He looked at me, seeming to come to an understanding, and said, “Okay.”

    Slipping his hand into my hair, he gripped and pulled. My moans started.

    Tilting my head to the side, he brought his face to my neck. I could feel his hot breath just before he sunk down, his teeth gripping my flesh.

    I yelped at first, squirming, before settling into the pain and pleasure, my hands finding his hips, holding him to me. My moans grew loud. Symmetry being important, he graced the other side of my neck as well. Pulling my head back, his teeth found the front of my neck, gripping down not as hard, avoiding damage to my wind pipe.

    Stepping back, he looked on his work. His impressions laid in my skin nicely, but he decided to make them beautiful. Attacking each side of my neck again, his teeth once more found their places in my flesh, staying in their spots for much longer, digging in further. My moans, in turn, grew deeper and longer. The pain and pleasure was exquisite.

    To commemorate his work, he photographed each set.

    Later, as I stood around, chatting with him and another friend while coming down from watching an intense needle scene, he slipped his hand to the back of my neck. His fingertips grabbed around my tattoo, pinching the flesh in, intense pain coming from his touch. I whined, high pitched and longingly.

    “What? It’s a neck massage.”

    Gripping my hair, he sunk his teeth down into the back on my neck, framing my tattoo. I screamed, yelped, and then finally moaned as the delicious pain swept through me. I wiggled, squirmed, but again found myself inside his space, leaning into his body, diving into this moment with him.

    And, once more, he took a picture.

    It is now about twelve hours later. No matter how I move my face, my neck always aches… just a little.

  • Abduction part 5

    My abduction had a special guest. They walked into my line-of-sight after all my limbs were restrained, somewhere in the middle of my pain. I hadn’t heard their voice before then either.

    They wore beautiful boots, black with red trim and buckles at the top. They used those boots to step on my stomach. They stepped on my chest. They stepped on my face and smeared the mud from their walk through the woods to my abduction onto my cheeks.

    Murphy ordered me to compliment the special guest on their boots.

    “I already did earlier.” I had, in fact, seen the special guest wearing those boots before my class and remarked on how beautiful they were.

    “We don’t give a shit,” yelled Gray. “Do it again!” He punished me for my sass. I screamed out in pain, and then in adoration of the boots.

    “I love your boots, X. All I want to do is kiss and lick them.”

    “Now you are a filthy fucking slut,” remarked Slut.

    With her hand now free from my cunt, Slut transitioned to biting me all over: my chest, arms, legs, stomach.

    With PrudeNate’s hand inside me, I soon asked permission to cum again. I was refused.

    I pushed through the pain, now not just the scratching and punches and biting, but also willing my body to not react, willing my muscles to not contract, willing my orgasm back.

    Murphy said I would gain permission for my cum if I screamed out my name, Cabin Bitch For Life. I did. I came.

    [Added thanks to PrudeNate:

    As my torment continued, someone remarked that there was nowhere on my body that had not been punched.  PrudeNate, however, disagreed. 

    “There’s somehwere she hasn’t been punched yet.”  The group looked to him in astonsihment, asking where. 

    “Here,” he replied as he punched my cervix with his fist inside me.  There were many nodding heads of approval, as well as a few at-a-boys.]

    During the duration of the scene, whenever I began to catch my breath, or Gray and Murphy thought I was getting too quiet (as in I wasn’t full throated screaming or sobbing), the duo beat me more.

    “We want your voice gone. You’re not going to stop screaming.” I don’t remember which of the two said that.

    N3rddom, who I’d barely seen throughout my ordeal, came into my line-of-sight, punched my chest, kissed me, and whispered into my ear, “Aren’t you glad you asked me to do this?”

    When he stood back up, he also remarked, “What happened to you mindfucking us?”

    With PrudeNate fisting me, CandleLover’s nails gripping my breast, and Slut’s teeth sunk down into my stomach, it became too much. At one point, Slut bit hard, pulled, and swiveled her head back and forth.

    I tried to break free. I was so sweaty it was hard for everyone to hold my limbs as I wrenched my body around. I got an arm out, but was soon restrained again.

    I needed to get away. I was able to curl my body away from Slut, but she never let go of my stomach. She just wouldn’t stop biting me.

    Finally I had to scream, the most guttural scream of my life. “YELLOW!” Immediately people relaxed their grip. I curled into a ball away from Slut, away from her teeth. It happened to be into Big Bro’s lap.

    I just needed a moment. I just needed water. I just needed Slut to not be biting me.

    After I chugged a bottle of water, I said I was okay. I thought we would go on.

    Instead Big Bro called it. I was done.

  • Round 4

    “I lost my earring.”
    “That wasn’t a euphomism for sex?”
    “No, I lost my earring, but we had sex after I found it.”

    I woke up on my own at 6:05am, quietly slipped out of bed, donned my clothes, and said a whispered bye to Pyro and Ron, neither of which heard me as they slept.

    Returning to my cabin, I took notes on my evening and snoozed a little before it was time to head back to work. However, when I made my way to the Barn, no one had arrived yet.

    Wandering down to the Dining Hall and HeadQuarters, I found friends. I greeted N3rddom, who would run the cafe for the weekend, and sat with the head of the Non-Dungeon setup crew. She informed me we would start after breakfast, which would be served in about an hour.

    And then I absent-mindedly realized something: I was missing an earring. I texted Pyro, asking if he saw it. He replied, saying I should come look for it.

    Bruises from my previous evening showed the others all the fun I had had. My crew lead encouraged me to go “find my earring” and meet them for breakfast later.

    Walking up the hill, I again made my way to Sadists’ Lair. Ron was getting ready while Pyro laid in bed. After a few minutes, we magically found both my earring and it’s backing.

    With thirty minutes before breakfast would begin, I decided to snooze with Pyro. But just snooze. I kept my underwear on as insurance. Ron left out as I slipped back into Pyro’s bed.

    But then five minutes into being next to Pyro, his soft sleep breath in my ear, I realized I wanted to fuck more. I gently laid one of his hands over one of my breasts. He instinctively massaged and pinched my nipple. But then he drifted back to resting.

    Seeing that I needed to be bolder, I took his other hand, glided a finger into my mouth, and slipped his hand into my panties. He was now fully awake, rubbing my clit.

    I asked him to bite my neck. He obliged, gripping hard, pulling with his teeth and sucking. Again I fucked his hand hard. Again I screamed to my heart’s content. His teeth were all over my flesh. Pain mixed with pleasure.

    But we were seriously time limited. When my alarm went off, I knew we had to stop, even though I didn’t want to. I told him it was time to go.

    But as I began to get off his bed, with his fingers still inside me, he redirected my body. I was now sitting on his hand.

    “Cheater! You are such a cheater!”

    I rode his hand harder, came harder. I didn’t want to leave, didn’t want his digits anywhere else but inside me.

    But then my second alarm went off. I really had to go.

    “Man, and now my panties are all wet.”

  • Pre-Game

    “I swung by the Barn last night. It sounded like you were having fun.”

    I picked my blue H&M sundress because it was comfy, cute, and hugged all my curves the way I liked. I slipped on white knee high socks and my new-ish purple flats, rounding out the cuteness of my outfit.

    Stepping out onto the porch, I cranked my flashlight and chatted nervously. We’d only played once before on a whim. This time I had been the instigator. And now all I could think was, Holy shit. This is going to happen.

    The few of my cabinmates also on setup crew were amused by my jitters. To them I looked cute, and was about to play before the event officially started. They shooed me away, and told me to have fun.

    Walking around camp when it was that dark and desserted was an odd feeling, but having a destination gave me some comfort.

    I lightly took each step up to the cabin porch, and slowly opened the door. He laid on his bed, naked, typing on his phone. Apparently I had perfect timing. He was just about to hit send on a message for me.

    I crept closer to his bed, sat down my bag, and leaned against his air mattress. We chatted for a moment, easing my jitters, before he pulled me onto the bed. I slipped off my shoes, and curled into him. We kissed and chatted some more, relaxing me still further, before his teeth sunk into me.

    He bit and nipped at my flesh. I sighed and moaned. He slowly pulled up my dress. As we kissed, he attempted to unhook my bra, but found my multitude of hooks difficult. Finally freeing my breasts for his enjoyment, he pulled my dress and bra to just above my chest, partially trapping my arms. First he suck, and then bit my nipples.

    He bit all over my body, exploring my flesh with his teeth. When his mouth found its way to my neck, I loved the feel so much I wrapped my arm around his head to keep him there. He began fingering my clit, finding I was already very wet. I asked permission to cum and he gave it.

    Soon more fingers played inside me as he continued to grip at my flesh. The pleasure of his digits in me mixed with the excruciating pain of his bites to my Mons. “Fuck, I forgot you have the word ‘Sadist’ in your name.”

    I cried from the pain. I moaned from the pleasure. I asked his permission to cum again and again. “You’re so greedy.” I prefer to think of it is talented.

    He made me wait, at first counting backwards from five. Then counting backwards from ten. And then counting backwards from 100. “97, 84, 72, 69, 54, 49, 34, 38, 23, 18, 9, pi, 2, cum!”

    So vigorous was our fun that I found myself slipping off the side of his massive bed. We readjusted, thus ending round 1.

    He pulled my dress and bra off of me. We were both breathing heavy, but neither of us wanted to stop. In a moment of respite, his lips met mine, parted, and fed me refreshment from his mouth. His tongue mixed with the cool drink. It was the only time I have ever enjoyed iced tea.

    Joining me in the center of his bed, we went back to where we left off. His fingers in me. His teeth gnawing at me. He pushed me harder still, slapping my pussy, fingering my asshole as he fisted me, pinching and gripping at chunks of my flesh, pressure points, grabbing mounds of flesh and then biting his selections. He bit and fist fucked me deep. The pain increased. The orgasms rolled.

    Round 2 ended because of a simple truth: it was getting late and we had setup in the morning. As much as I wanted to keep getting abused by Pyro, we both needed sleep. Snuggling up to him, we drifted off as SirRonC stepped into the cabin around 12:15am.

    And then I felt soft hands on my hips, soft kisses on my shoulder. It was 1:15am, and Pyro was up for round 3.

    I worried we would disturb Ron as we played, so I put a pillow over my mouth. Again Pyro’s teeth sunk into me, his hand in my pussy, my orgasms rolling. I didn’t want to wake Ron, so I stopped asking permission to cum, silencing my screams with the pillow. My body was happy to enjoy Pyro’s manipultions yet again.

    When I reclined my head back once, and saw Ron was not in fact in the cabin, I pushed the pillow aside and screamed to my heart’s content. I locked my legs around Pyro’s arm and began fucking his hand yet harder. He swiveled his body and I began sucking his cock as well.

    Around 2am we stopped again. I needed to be up at 6:30am. Pyro set an alarm and was fast asleep.

    I laid on the bed, naked, face down with my ass feeling the slight coolness in the air. When I felt like I was about to slip off into my dreams, I heard the cabin door open again. It was Ron. Once I heard him settle into his own bed, I slipped a blanket over my body and fell asleep.