She Bit Me
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 
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