poeticdesires

Category: KinkOfTheWeek

  • 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.

  • Tickling

    Senior year of high school I was cast as The Nurse at a local all boys high school’s production of Romeo and Juliet.  Towards the end of the run, there were a few cast parties.  I remember one in particular.

    This party I wore a warm sweater over a low cut shirt.  I wore the sweater on the way to the party, and took it off once inside.  And then my sweater was stolen til I had to leave.

    In the interim, one boy in particular started paying attention to me.  I found this a little odd, since it seemed like he barely noticed me throughout the run of the play.

    We talked a bit, but then he began to tickle me.

    I am very ticklish.  Immediately I started laughing my head off.  I wriggled, squirmed.  I smiled and cackled and greatly enjoyed this new found attention, all because I’d chosen this particular shirt.

    As the night wore on, I drifted here and there in and out of conversations.  He followed me, attack tickles when I least expected them.

    There were parents at the party, and I was a bit selfconcious, their eyes occasionally on the two of us.

    Once, he came up behind me, danced his fingers over my skin, and I bent over laughing as I had before.  Then I saw one of the parents look at us in a way that screamed stop.  My hands went to the boy’s hands and gracely pulled them off my body.

    When it was time to go, I remember all of a sudden feeling dejected.  I realize now it was because, for the first time, I was the center of attention for a boy and I didn’t want that to end.

    As an adult, I can glean more from my giggly time than I realized in the moment.

    The way I looked at the boy each time he ceased his torment, my breath heavy, my skin flushed.

    How, even when he was semi-stalking me, I reveled in the attention.

    Urges, desires deep down that I didn’t recognize or understand, but enjoyed.

    It was flirtation, physical and intimate.  His chest against my back.  His hips against my ass.

    And I was oblivious.

    I don’t mention it much, but I actually love to be tickled.  Because I am so reactive, the laughing puts me instantly in a good mood.  And the experience also has the lovely side effect of my rapid arousal, I suspect from my memorable teenage experience.

    When thinking about tickling in general, I know I have a skewed view.  There is the vanilla representation of it being playful, which I completely agree with, but I also finding it incredibly sexy.

    Two or more people, bodies near or against each other.  One intentionally exploring possibly intimate places to garner a visceral reaction.

    To quote a local community leader, That Hot.

     

  • Voyeur

    I’ve always liked to watch.

    When I first stepped out into the kink scene, I loomed on the edge of a bar taking in the sights: the people, the outfits, the pairings, the play.  Especially the play.

    And now, some eight years later, I still take pleasure in watching.

    Once, when I arrived at an event late, about two o’clock in the morning, I didn’t want to just dump my things and go to bed.  I threw on a dark hoodie and crept towards the play space.

    Since it was late, most of the rooms were empty.  But one wasn’t.  An older woman and a younger man fucked hard on a bed.  From my vanatge point, I could only see his back and her chest and face.  I heard her moans.  Saw his tight ass as he fucked her.  I still bite my lip now as I think about it.

    Once, my freshman year in college, before I realized I was kinky, it was a Friday night.  I was not the social butterfly then, and found myself in my dorm room alone.  As I lazed on my bed watching tv, I began hearing moans through the wall.  There was fucking happening just on the other side of the concrete.

    Hearing a hot girl we had nicknamed Navy fuck her latest dick of the week was enough to get me incredibly horny.  I masturbated listening to her screams.

    As a kinkster, I have many more opportunities now to watch people play and fuck.  I’ve found I enjoy being a voyuer whether people know I’m watching or not.  But, I must admit, I do love it more when they don’t know.  It’s naughty; good girls don’t snoop.  But sometimes I love not being a good girl.

    Occasionally I enjoy mundane voyueristic activites.  People watching at a mall or in the park.  Seeing the handsome guy in the car to my left stretch his arms and resettle while we wait for the light to change.

    But nothing is so thrilling as lurking on the edge of a dungeon waiting for scenes to unfold.

    When watching, my thrill comes not only from seeing the hotness in front of me, but also imagining myself in one of the roles.  I picture myself as the person being beat or the person being fucked.  I take pleasure in the pain the person feels, reveling in their cries, their tears.  My cunt warms when they gasp or scream during sex.  Sounds, fuck I love sounds.

    More than once I’ve watched a person play, hopefully without their knowing, and then approached them later on for fun myself.  You can learn a lot about a person from how they play: the way they interact with their scene partner, what toys they use, or if they use any toys at all.

    One might argue that a night without play was not as good as it could have been.  I would say take a look around you.  See what people are up to.  I have had enjoyable experiences, titillating thrills, excruciating highs just from watching a scene unfold.  And, if nothing else, some twisted fucked up ideas have been inspired from others play.

    Happy watching.