Erotophoria

She bit me, that bitch!

She snuck up on me like a hunting tigress while I laid across my bed to light a candle and she sunk her teeth into my bare flesh.

I squirmed. I couldn’t help it. The piercing pain felt too good, I could only surrender.

“Oh, don’t stop,” I cried out.

Not right away, of course. The first one took me completely by surprise. By the second my body had decided that it liked the sensation so much it refused to respond in any other way then complete, unconscious arousal.

So I gave in.

I became the sensation of pleasure itself, jagged pulses of passion overwhelmed my thinking until I became nothing more then a reacting beast. At that moment, my every thought, my every mental whim was focused on her, on the tiny bit of flesh of me trapped in her merciless grip. I was vulnerable to the scheming machinations she had for me. This creature, this hunting animal thought of one thing: sex.

I loved every moment of it.

Honestly, how would any of you react to a viscous biter tearing into your flesh?

I teased her mercilessly. I played the perfect little victim to her skillful onslaught of pain. I squirmed involuntarily, but refused to give her the pleasure of hearing me beg her to stop.

Within a few quick pierces I collapsed into a gasping puddle of fluttering sensation, commanded by the power of her will. I refused to move until after she pulled out her penetrating weapons from my muscle hardened flesh. Instead, I pretended to roll over in a desperate attempt to escape. I wanted her to work from behind, to my chest.

“Bite me everywhere,” I pleaded once, and only once.

My stomach, she could not bite. By the time her gleeful smile full of teeth and carnage had traversed down my hard masculine breast I gave her my lips.

Her teeth did not disappoint.

But I wasn’t permitted the pleasure of indulging in an oral ravishing for longer then a one long, grinding moment of surrender.

It wasn’t my choice to enter her, she made that decision for me. And once I was inside her I hadn’t the will to do much of anything but orgasm in screaming pulses. I was so torn apart by the echoing haunt of a stinging pain I erupted the moment I passed her gentle barriers. I continued to be electrified by slow thundering jolts long after.

She had bitten me just hard enough to feel tender for the remainder of the night. And while I basked in the epiphany that she was good while I tenderly filled and emptied her over and again.

Her reward for skillful, piercing pain was an equally potent and powerful tenderness.

Honey, I’ve learned quite a bit from my first sex with you.

I suppose now that I’ve finished this little bit of “Dear Diary.”

Btw, I am a naughty little fetish monkey. Just thought I’d make that clear.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

Ladies, I have something to confess: when you roll in the sheets with me for the first time I am not the ultra-confident, sexually enlightened being I like to present to most people. I rarely orgasm with other people.

I shake and quiver with nervous excitement, and my hands frequently change their mind. I can become so completely absorbed in feeling every inch of you from the inside I might forget to orgasm… and I won’t be free enough to help give you one either. And worst of all, once inside, I’m prone to forget my length and breadth. To be completely honest, I might cause you lingering pain by knocking on your back wall more then a few times.

I’m shy and akward, but not every time. I’m a virgo. I need to be a virgin lover with you at least once. It’s my way. Some of you have told me I’m pathetic. Others, a very few others, have been around long enough to say it’s sweet.

Either way, it doesn’t matter, it’s misleading.

I’m still like a boy now with a new lover. But unlike the boy I used to be, with a woman I know, a woman with whom I am confident, I am a man.

Sweet dreams,

~Virgohippy

It’s official, now is the first time a family member has found the often personal and erotic blog of Virgohippy. I’m sure it was quite a shock to find out that the increadably flirtatious Virgohippy has a published space where he talks just as dirty in writing as he does in person. No, it’s true, I’m every bit as depraved and perverted as you suspected.

But fear not my lovelies! There was no shunning ritual for this “Naughty Little Fetish Monkey.”

Her words, not mine.

Instead, my enlightened family member suggested a movie to me. So, after I have now watched it at least a good half-dozen times with people I deemed worhty I’m now ready to share it with THE WORLD. (I think I’m cool, don’t ruin it for me.)

Are you ready for this? Little tip: it’ll give you extra points in the “how the hell do you find these kinds of awesome independent films” departement of ultra-super-coolness. Seriously, trust me on this one. Just dont watch it with any “innocent” ones around, you get me?

Go take a ride on Shortbus.

If you don’t have a Netflix subscription but you knowingly pay for rentals then get the fuck off my blog. You don’t deserve to be here. And don’t you dare fucking come back until you get a Netflix subscription.

That one’s free, but I’m working right now, so, while you’re at it, here’s a shameless plug: for all you nasty perverts out there who like to pretend to be some fancy voyeur, Get Internet DVD Rentals of Porn Movies Here.

In case you’re wondering…………………

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

Mmm… passion - the most beautiful excuse ever. It’s interesting the way a woman’s sex can turn me into a fool.

Here’s a little something I wrote for myself:

Women,

You tell me you love me at night. You fight me in the morning. You hide when I cry. You dare accuse me of resist?

When stabbed the broken tip of a dagger gnaws on my softest parts. Alone, my blood turns new woven tapestries into poison laced canvase. You say you want a sensitive lover?

Fuck you. This is a sensitive man. Fuck me and I’ll worship you. Fight me and I’ll cry.

You make a play on emotion with me? I am not a beast who charges when whipped. I proudly wear my most tender parts in front. I am a man. I fight with heart exposed.

Make love to me then stab me. Don’t pity me because I bleed.

~Sensitive Man

See what I mean? I must be crazy to think pussy is worth getting stabbed over.

On a more serious note I guess the the jist of it is this: Make love to me, fuck me, blow my fucking brains out while you ride me like a beast, but if you hurt me then please let me express myself. Men have feelings, and some of you women are worth more then just sex.

I dunno… for me fighting is sexy as long as both sides fight fair. Next to sex a good, emotionally expressive fight is probably the most intimate thing two people can do.

~Virgohippy