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

I have a confession for you.

My neck is sore, and not from studying! Last night I got tied up and tossed around like a rag doll by a cute little Asian woman with very skillful hands. Over and again, I aimed blows at her face with my battle hardened fists, yet I couldn’t land one. She’d dodge my quick strikes, wrap herself around me, and drop me face first onto the floor. And, as if my attempts to break her body with the force of my own wasn’t enough, she’d encircle her arms around my neck, causing asphyxiation, like a python squeezing the life from its prey before a feast.

Don’t think I’m complaining. I enjoyed every moment. Even though I hurt now, it was worth it.

Its finals week for this California, college hippie, and during hectic times like these I relish in consensual, aggressive fun with people I trust. And pleasurable pain through practicing martial arts is my chosen way to release tensions.

I’m sure this is one more reason why my friends often describe me as a tad bit “unusual” but I enjoy the abuse. There’s a certain intimacy that develops between people who knowingly give and receive pain to one another in a way that’s both respectful and desired. We can tie each other up with our limbs, force each other into submissive postures, wail on muscle hardened flesh and otherwise do things to each other we couldn’t get away with on the streets - and all with the feeling that we’re helping one another.

I especially enjoy aggressive play with this sexy and petite Asian chick. When she wraps her arms around me, presses her petite breasts into my back and squeezes my neck between her arms until I’m forced into submission, I often get aroused. I can’t help it. It’s an exhilarating feeling to be in such a vulnerable position, yet still trust her with my life. Even though we’re fighting, and so I’m supposed to resist until I’ve been beaten, I enjoy getting lost in the moment by giving up complete control of my breath to this skillful young woman.

It’s not all fun though. I do have one problem with this often arousing relationship - this misleadingly small bodied woman, with iron hands and a vice-like grip, is an outspoken lesbian. And her often aggressive reactions to my flirtatious personality don’t help my awkward attraction.

Even though she’s not a character in my recent, and just slightly exaggerated, little piece of auto-biographical eroticism, my lesbian bitch sex story, she is the reason I felt compelled to share. It was because of her forceful hands, which are skillfully adept at giving me pleasurable pain, that I was inspired by nostalgic feelings.

While discussing my recent lesbian bitch sex story with Simon, owner of The XLog, an adult blog I like to frequent, I mentioned my appreciation for asphyxiation. The dark lord of fetish sex agreed that my not-so-innocent little kink is an especially flavorful one, and being the connoisseur of painful pleasures, he turned me onto an article about erotic asphyxiation.

If you didn’t catch the link before, and you’re considering breathe play, Click Here to read more about safer practices when performing erotic asphyxiation. This is not a request. Erotic asphyxiation should not be done without a few guidelines.

For those of you who already know the pleasures of breathe control play, here’s a tasty little treat for you: some pics of a boss lady rough handling her submissive gal.

Also, if you wonder why I describe Simon as the Dark Lord of Fetish Sex, it’s because he always seems to know about every kind of kink you can find at places like The Fetish Club.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to rub a peppermint aroma, herbal balm into my neck before I scamper off to bed, perform another kind of relieving rub, and fantasize about an angry lesbian bitch.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy