Bite Me! by Sommer Marsden

So Miss Charlotte asks me to guest blog on a topic that might as well be labeled as: *sound of crickets chirping*. First of all, on any topic, the writer wants to be engaging. Secondly, she wants to be different. Thirdly, she wants to be good.

So, Charlotte told me the topic and “she”—as in me—went blank.

It’s always the case for me, when dealing with an issue that makes me go blank, I simply figure I’ll tell the truth. The truth is, my kinky obsession is biting.

If you read any of my work, there is almost always a bite, a nip or a nibble at that crucial climactic moment. And that’s not intentional. It’s just so ingrained in my psyche that I write it without thinking. Let’s spy on me, shall we?

He smiled and then kissed me quiet, rocking up into me with powerful thrusts until my fingers dug into the leather of his headrest. He tugged at my sweater and freed me a bit, pulling the bra down so that it cradled my breasts. Chase’s mouth was searing when he sucked first one nipple then the other, giving me harsh sharp bites that drove me closer and closer to orgasm.

He bites me at the crux of my thigh. There will be marks but not blood. One day, I will ask him to puncture me, but for now the purple and pink tattoos of our sessions are enough.The marks of him eating me up that will last for days are a beautiful thing.

He pushes his big hands, hands I have fantasized about, under my ass and levers me higher. I kiss his shoulder, lick his neck. He tastes like salt and smoke and a hint of soap. I bite his ear and he groans, thrusting faster. His hands slide along me, touching me here and there. Pinching, pulling and he bites me gently on my neck. “I’d bite you harder but I’m guessing you don’t want any marks.”

His fingers bite into me and he pulls me down. And then his hands are everywhere. They push and pinch and stroke so fast I cannot follow and he is muttering. His cock is buried over and over again as deep as he can go. It is as if he wants to disappear into me. I love him just then. All over again, I remember why I thought I could. He rears up and bites the top of my arm and I come. Fast and hard, my cunt fists up around him and his eyes roll back.

Tada! Bela Lugosi’s not dead (thank you, Bahaus). He’s my sex slave. LOL.

In the erotica I’ve read, I don’t see a lot of biting. And I totally got called out one time on a board discussion due to the biting thing, risk of infection and all that jazz. Hey, I’m not talking about rabid gnawing, I mean controlled biting. However, as with most mainstream media, if you believe CSI, my biting fetish will lead to an embarrassing, albeit kinky death. I’m not sure why biting doesn’t get as much play as spanking, bondage, humiliation, etc. etc. etc. in erotica.

This kinky little fetish would make a person assume I am a vampire groupie. Um…wrong. I like the hairy guys who also have big toothsome grins that can clamp down on me at the exact right time and…[content deleted due to graphic nature].

Even more than the pain at that crucial moment are the marks that come with teeth. In more than one photo in my photo album you will see suspicious little bruises on my arms, neck, clavicle... "Oh, I bumped it, hit it, bruised it…moving boxes, books fell on me, I fell down.” Pick an excuse. The point is, for a lot us, the kink is in being marked. Though, for the record I do want to say, I bruise easily and I actually do tend to fall down for no apparent reason. It’s part of my charm.

To sum up: I dig the teeth and it shows up in my writing. I feel sort of like a loner on this because I don’t see it much. But when I get that inevitable erotica writer question: “Do you do everything you write about?” When it comes to marks and teeth and nibbles and bites I can say yes, and yes, and yes some more. (Except for paranormal stories because—dammit all—I have yet to meet an actual supernatural creature that wants to gobble me up).

As a side note: The man has a new dentist…the dentist told him that one of his front teeth is chipped in a way that it’s like a small shard—a knife, if you will. He wants to fix it.

I told the man the dentist and I might have to have words. That tooth stays the way it is—knife-like. Which leads me into the kinky power and potential of the blade…but that’s another blog.