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I like to bite, not overly hard, just enough to make one wince, perhaps, a sharp intake of breath, showing that my bite is hard enough. I so desire feeling soft flesh, tensing between my teeth, especially when rounded and firm. Neck first, working downwards, nipping into the shoulder, chewing that succulent muscle, with tight, tentative nibbles. I am even bitten in return, my pressure gauged by intent, taken from the one biting me. If teeth come hard and sharp, trust me, then so do mine, if they are loving and gentle, once again, so are mine. I work across the ******* delighting in the ***** ******* chewing drawing responses, tongue sliding over her stomach, lower, lower, down to the hips. Biting very hard into thighs, making her cry, back arching, bringing writhing gasps to die for, reaching her vulnerable centre, soothing with deep, heavy licks, tantalisingly teasing, so sweet. Suddenly, flipping her over, rough as you like, choice slaps, smarting on her plump bottom, before biting, biting, biting, taking in every curvaceous part, devouring, chomping, so yummy! I part her legs, diving between, my tongue lapping in a frenzy, deep, deep, tasting the juice, before rising, pinning shoulders, entering, gliding, slowly, surely, giving long, languorous strokes. Hips grinding, hard and deep, circling round and round, momentum building, building, firm hands gripping her hips, flesh slapping against flesh, as we match our rhythm, lunging, pounding, thrusting, exploding, on and on, more and more, until, we are spent, trembling, slowing, easing. A final twisting whip, circling the very edge, bringing smiles, a playful giggle, it tickles, so nice, I lean forward, so good, nuzzling, caressing, ah, all because, I like to bite. ©Paul M Chafer
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
paul-chafer
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I like to bite, not overly hard, just enough to make one wince, perhaps, a sharp intake of breath, showing that my bite is hard enough. I so desire feeling soft flesh, tensing between my teeth, especially when rounded and firm. Neck first, working downwards, nipping into the shoulder, chewing that succulent muscle, with tight, tentative nibbles. I am even bitten in return, my pressure gauged by intent, taken from the one biting me. If teeth come hard and sharp, trust me, then so do mine, if they are loving and gentle, once again, so are mine. I work across the ******* delighting in the ***** ******* chewing drawing responses, tongue sliding over her stomach, lower, lower, down to the hips. Biting very hard into thighs, making her cry, back arching, bringing writhing gasps to die for, reaching her vulnerable centre, soothing with deep, heavy licks, tantalisingly teasing, so sweet. Suddenly, flipping her over, rough as you like, choice slaps, smarting on her plump bottom, before biting, biting, biting, taking in every curvaceous part, devouring, chomping, so yummy! I part her legs, diving between, my tongue lapping in a frenzy, deep, deep, tasting the juice, before rising, pinning shoulders, entering, gliding, slowly, surely, giving long, languorous strokes. Hips grinding, hard and deep, circling round and round, momentum building, building, firm hands gripping her hips, flesh slapping against flesh, as we match our rhythm, lunging, pounding, thrusting, exploding, on and on, more and more, until, we are spent, trembling, slowing, easing. A final twisting whip, circling the very edge, bringing smiles, a playful giggle, it tickles, so nice, I lean forward, so good, nuzzling, caressing, ah, all because, I like to bite. ©Paul M Chafer
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