Ok, so I recently wrote a blog entry titled "Why I want to bite everyone I make-out with"
It basically tells the story of my young young self, and the frustrations and urges I felt getting physical with young men, frustrations and urges that led me to bite them. Hard.
Anyway, it got me thinking. I don't really bite like that anymore. Well, not my husband, and I didn't dare bite my Master, at least except that one time long long ago. But I do bite pillows, sheets, my own arms sometimes, but more in the throes of passion that out of frustration. Mostly.
But people like to bite or get bitten for a lot of different reasons. When I was with my Master, I had this dream/fantasy that he would bite me at the very very top of my inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, so that I could look at it and remember, when we couldn't be together. I wanted to feel that pain.
So, who likes to bite, and who likes being bit? And why? Is it frustration? Passion? A desire to cause or receive pain? Just a nibble? Or much more than that?
Do tell.
It basically tells the story of my young young self, and the frustrations and urges I felt getting physical with young men, frustrations and urges that led me to bite them. Hard.
Anyway, it got me thinking. I don't really bite like that anymore. Well, not my husband, and I didn't dare bite my Master, at least except that one time long long ago. But I do bite pillows, sheets, my own arms sometimes, but more in the throes of passion that out of frustration. Mostly.
But people like to bite or get bitten for a lot of different reasons. When I was with my Master, I had this dream/fantasy that he would bite me at the very very top of my inner thigh, hard enough to leave a mark, so that I could look at it and remember, when we couldn't be together. I wanted to feel that pain.
So, who likes to bite, and who likes being bit? And why? Is it frustration? Passion? A desire to cause or receive pain? Just a nibble? Or much more than that?
Do tell.