Sexcapade — The Biting Boylet

Posted by Saucy Sexy on August 30th, 2006 filed in Erotic Tales |

As I stared at myself in the mirror, a bluish bruise on my upper arm caught my eye. I leaned towards the mirror to see it more clearly. I caught my breath as I realized they were teeth marks. I gripped the bottom of my tank top and slowly raised it, revealing more bruises, this time finger imprints on my lower ribcage and back. And as I lifted the cloth even higher, my teeth marked breasts were brought to light.

Although I was a bit dismayed at the evidence of last night’s foolish escapade, the sight of my bruised flesh brought back recollections of a young man’s passion, which caused a sudden tingling between my thighs, making me gasp out loud at the sensation.

My hand slid downwards to rub against my mound, as the memories from the passionate tryst flooded my excited brain and caused my vulva to swell with my arousal.

Last night, after a party, I accepted a ride home from a young man of 18, whom I’ve known ever since he was a tender age of 12.

As we walked to the car, we made small talk, and then I got confused because I thought he was asking how I felt about a younger man older woman relationship. I asked him to repeat what he said but he refused and changed the topic instead.

As we arrived at my home, I thanked him and turned to get out of the car when I felt a pressure on my left arm. When I swiveled my head to look back, my mouth was agape at what I saw.

What I thought was his hand grasping my arm was actually a firm bite on my flesh, with no intention of letting go. I was so surprised I didn’t even know what to do.

And then, a memory of a friend’s tale came into my head about how she had asked her young daughter if she could bite her because she was “nanggigigil (to be gripped by an emotional upsurge that demands a physical outlet such as hugging, pinching or biting– come to think of it there’s no English equivalent for this word).”

Her daughter reluctantly agreed, “One bite only.”

I wondered wildly if I should say the same thing. But as he released his animal like grip, I saw a look in his eyes that petrified and excited me at the same time.

Without saying anything, he dove again and bit me on the arm, a little higher this time, and then again, and again, each time moving closer to my heaving chest. As he neared the upper slopes of my breasts, he raised his head, a silent question whether he could go on and a pleading look to let him intermingling in his eyes.

I knew I could end this now. I whispered, “Yes.”

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