Bites All Over

I love being bitten. By lovers, by friends, and by friends who are lovers. I love the bite. I love/hate the pain (and grin and grit through it) and giggle with the endorphins. I spend days smiling at the bruises that result.

Right now I have biting bruises on me from three different people. One of the first things I’ve learned to ask of new partners is how they feel about biting (and being bitten, too). And I am a very happy Dee when I find that they’re into it!

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Gagging For It

I don’t often use gags in my sexual play – for the most part I prefer to have my mouth available. But I do like having them as an option, especially during kink sessions. I know how remarkably loud I can be when I get going, and they’re good for at least muffling me a little bit!

Over the years I’ve purchased a variety of different gags, but some of my favourites have remained the simplest: a hand; bondage tape; rope. And I never, never get tired of gagging on fingers or cock…

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Cathartic

I need to be able to let go – and it’s damned hard for me to do. Over the years I’ve had to hold on and keep it together for so long, that even awesome orgasms only bleed off a bit of it. Mostly I’m still holding on – those subconscious muscles are tensed, and often I can’t figure out how to relax them no matter what I do. Lucky for me, I have amazing partners who are there to help me.

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Bite me all over

Biting is a big part of play for me. To be bitten, and to be able to bite in return as well, will reduce me to the primal – growling, lustful and wild. Or alternatively hit my endorphin buttons, so I am reduced to breathless giggles!  For a bonus it also leaves me covered in some pretty epic bruises – which are fun to press upon and feel the bite all over again.

I have some partners who will bite me, but don’t really like to be bitten in return. Apollo has become very good at nipping me over the years, drawing yelps as it still catches me by surprise! Hylas loves to mark me, and is particularly good at bruising the ‘rag-doll’ spots on my shoulders, and gnawing the hell out of my breasts. But the only time I manage to bite him back is if I’ve got him rather well tied down and unable to escape it – and then he whines and whimpers (as if that will stop me…)!

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Mmm, the kissage!

I like Ailuros for a lot of reasons. He’s kinky. He’s extraordinarily nice to perve at. He cooks for me! And he is one of the best kissers I’ve had the pleasure of making out with.

So … we have been spending a considerable amount of time doing so. Kissing on the couch. Kissing on the balcony. Kissing at the club. Kissing in bed.  Kissing while we fuck. Yesterday, kissing in the shade of a big tree in the park, near my work.

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Nek Minnit – I’m covered in bruises

It’s been a very full few days – and full of mouths which like to bite (which pleases me no end, as I really like to be bitten!). Even more pleasing, some of those who have been biting me also like to be bitten, so my mouth has been busy as well …

Hylas took these photographs last night, so they’re very fresh – and these two boobie beauties were made by him. He is very good at those, isn’t he?

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Gnawed on

I do love to be bitten – and Hylas had gotten very practiced at gnawing me! Want to see how I got the endorphin high of last week? This is how:

(Click to see the other side of my neck.)

Neck, shoulders, breasts, belly, inner thighs, feet.  All have been bitten and bruised and (temporarily) damaged by Hylas. He has learned very well what his Boss likes to experience.

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Endorphins

 

I love endorphins. And when I have lots of orgasms, or get a really good beating, or have been bitten and clawed until my brain stops whirring, then the endorphins kick in and I start to giggle and I can’t stop. Which is challenging if I’m still in the middle of being beaten – so I warn tops beforehand that I’m likely to laugh uncontrollably, and that it’s definitely not at them or their technique!

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Bitten

I love to be bitten. Teeth sinking into my skin makes me weak at the knees, and frequently wetter than I thought it was possible.

All my lovers know this – and more than a few of my friends. Most are delighted to put teeth to flesh; some because it gets me hot, and some because it gets them hot. But everyone bites differently. It’s surprising the variation you get between folks. Allow me to provide examples.

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Driven

Usually I am proud of my marks. I take delight in the ache and purple of bruises; in the lines left by claws; in the dents left by teeth or leather or pain.

Usually I love my marks. They remind me of how they were received, and of the love intermingled with the hurt which created them. They also give me a solid connection to my submission.

I don’t submit easily. Ninety-nine percent of my life I am in control, the one others turn to, the one making decisions. Every day I run my own life and deal with my own problems and help friends with theirs. I have interdependent adoration and support with Apollo. I have loving friendship and support from my brother and my friends. But I still have to keep the control.

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