Inner Freak of a Single Woman
June 7, 2011 33 Comments
Every man I’ve ever dated has suffered my freakish proclivity for lip biting. I love the feel of lips next to mine. I love to caress it with my tongue. I love to tenderly kiss those puckers and when he least expects it I give it a good bite. The feel of those fleshy folds between my teeth just makes me smile and yeah … it tingles my feathers. The first initiation propels him back to say “what the &%@#” as he checks for broken skin. But I’m an expert lip biter … I never break his skin … although my bites tend to break his pain threshold. Then I smile and he gets it. At that moment he’s been initiated to what will become our ritual for as long as our relationship will last. Lip biting is part of foreplay. He can’t do it to me, but I can do it to him as much as I want–that’s the rule. And I know it’s true love (although temporal) when he relents knowing that a bigger prize awaits once I get my fill of inflicting just a bit of pain. That’s my inner freak. What’s yours?
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