With teeth.

She soothed me, I softened for her, she set her teeth into the tender skin.

Teeth and biting turn me on a lot. I don’t fully understand why but they’re deeply connected to my most masochistic feelings.

My greatest fantasy is one that will likely never come true; being chased and then fucked and torn apart by a pack of very strong hungry horny anthropomorphic wolf-like creatures. Honestly, what the fuck is that???? I can’t tell ya but it’s there. And it’s always been there. Little Red Riding-hood stories always gave me feelings I couldn’t explain. The sharp teeth and gnashing did something to my bunny brain.

I had a partner years ago who indulged this fantasy like nobody else had before. He knew neck kisses made my knees weak and realized that if he growled and used his teeth a little I turned into a flustered little mess. (How embarrassing!!!)

Recently Max and I have been playing with control and discomfort. Our dynamic is evolving as we figure out more ways to make each other feel just right. We both have a fascination with marks so this game came easily… I would pick a place, she would set her perfect teeth gently against it and increase pressure when I gave her permission. When I said stop she would stop increasing the pressure and just wait.

If she just tried to bite me I would jump and squeal so she couldn’t get a hard enough chomp. This method set us up for success in the marking department, but more importantly it was super hot to trust her threatening teeth and take as much pressure as I could. I love slowly giving her more and more of me. Feeling how much force she’s holding back goes straight to my head.

“I want to bite your tummy,” she said after we’d been playing this game a while. (First on my forearms, then my butt cheeks, then my thighs, then higher up my thigh…) I instinctively wrapped my arms around my stomach and started protesting. This felt more vulnerable than the other places. I gasped and writhed a little.

She soothed me, I softened for her, she set her teeth into the tender skin. I love tracing my fingertips over the mountains and ridges of her bite mark, forensics of desire.