Once Bitten Date Tuesday, April 23, 2024 - 05:48 PM PST Topic Smut I didn't discover exactly how I felt about being bitten until I had already been biting others for years. Please don't misunderstand--I don't bite strangers and I definitely don't bite for no reason... I only bite affectionately; I don't see it as an exclusively sexual thing. It began in my teenage years. I remember the first time quite clearly. It was so simple, so nonchalant. I was sitting on the couch with my highschool sweetheart watching TV and I got this strange urge... Being the incredibly unimpulsive person that I was back then, I was slightly surprised with myself as I ignored my inhibitions and leaned over to bite Lance on his shoulder. It was a quick, fluid motion--slightly piercing at its peak, yet still tender. I sat upright quickly as I turned my attention back to the screen. I was happy inside, and the you-just-did-something-cute smile I got from Lance assured me that what I had just done was acceptable behavior. I tried not to bite too often, lest it not remain a "cute" gesture. In three years of dating, I only bit his shoulders and arms. Eventually, there were other boyfriends; more shoulders, fingers, thighs, ears, lips, and chests to be bitten. No blood was ever drawn. My teeth left no permanent marks in anyone's flesh. Rarely were sentiments of pain uttered except when tickling matches became too much and biting--while still an affectionate action--became my weapon to win the laughter war. In all that time, no one has thought to bite me. I've been spanked, tied down, stretched in ways I thought only cheerleaders and gymnasts could be, slightly bruised, and even scratched, but never bitten. I never really knew I wanted to be bitten until two weeks ago. "It's 'Beyond Paradise,'" I told Bill as I held my hand out to him. I had just gotten home with a new perfume, so of course I had to show it off. My wrist brushed lightly under his nose and hovered for a few seconds. Those few seconds became hours in my mind as I was consumed with an all-encompassing desire to feel his grip tighten on my hand while biting down on my wrist. No kissing, no licking, just the pressure from his perfectly curved row of teeth on my skin. I've always been a relatively submissive person sexually, taking on a dominant role from time to time when the mood strikes, but this new longing has taken me quite by surprise. The spankings, bruising, leather cuffs--I discovered I liked those things through experimentation, accident, experience. I still haven't felt the sensation I've bestowed upon so many others in my life, yet I want it fiercely. I suppose this means I'm being untrue to my opening line... I still haven't discovered exactly how I feel about being bitten. I have only discovered that I want it to happen, and I am both scared and excited. I'm afraid of what this desire means and intrigued by what I might learn about myself when it finally occurs. This article comes from Shmeng http://www.shmeng.com/ The URL for this story is: http://www.shmeng.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=News&file=article&sid=614