1/13/2012 - Photo

Because my sweet sweet Master, when you bite me, it tells me I’m yours. rolledtrousers: I’m a biter. I like to close my teeth around the join between a woman’s neck and her shoulder, that muscle that is both firm and soft at the same time. I like to feel her arch her back as my teeth press down, everything pivoting around that one point of contact.  I like to bite around the nipple (who doesn’t?), and play with that little nub in my mouth, roll it between my teeth, run my tongue over it. I like to engulf it soft, and leave it hard and raw.  I like to bite thighs. I like to bite bums. I like to bite arms, necks, and stomachs. There’s nothing more primal to me, nothing quite so… alpha, as laying my dominance down like that, a series of teeth marks that run up and down and side to side, wrapping you in a thousand little indents.  Every one saying the same thing. That same thing I’ve been thinking the whole time. “Mine.”

Because my sweet sweet Master, when you bite me, it tells me I’m yours.

rolledtrousers:

I’m a biter.

I like to close my teeth around the join between a woman’s neck and her shoulder, that muscle that is both firm and soft at the same time. I like to feel her arch her back as my teeth press down, everything pivoting around that one point of contact. 

I like to bite around the nipple (who doesn’t?), and play with that little nub in my mouth, roll it between my teeth, run my tongue over it. I like to engulf it soft, and leave it hard and raw. 

I like to bite thighs. I like to bite bums. I like to bite arms, necks, and stomachs.

There’s nothing more primal to me, nothing quite so… alpha, as laying my dominance down like that, a series of teeth marks that run up and down and side to side, wrapping you in a thousand little indents. 

Every one saying the same thing. That same thing I’ve been thinking the whole time.

“Mine.”

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