Bit­ing and Slap­ping and Tug­ging and Pinching

It is inter­est­ing, how strong feel­ings peo­ple have about bit­ing. It was only last year that allowed myself to sink my teeth into soft flesh because I had always been wor­ried about where that ani­mal­is­tic act would take me and in which head­space it would place me.

Since I am pre­dis­posed to pas­sion­ately hurt­ing my lover it is impor­tant that I am cog­nizant of any­thing that may turn me on “too much.” But now, to me, bit­ing is as inti­mate and con­nect­ing as a pri­mal, ele­men­tal kiss. In fact, I am not sure that I can even kiss a woman any­more with­out bit­ing her and bruis­ing her.

In some ways, face-​slapping is also like kiss­ing; it is much more inti­mate than it may look to an onlooker, just like bit­ing. I’m not talk­ing about slaps so hard that you top­ple over; I’m think­ing of slaps that get your atten­tion, maybe cause your cheek to sting, or blush, but pri­mar­ily to cut through the lady’s reverie and get her to focus back on me. Face-​slaps can be harder too, but then it ceases being inti­mate com­mu­ni­ca­tion and it becomes some­thing entirely different.

With a kiss, you invade her body with your tongue but with a slap you invade her mind. With a bite, you com­mu­ni­cate pos­ses­sion of her body but with a slap, you com­mu­ni­cate pos­ses­sion of her mind. To me, the face slap is the sis­ter of the hair tug; a way of com­mu­ni­cat­ing with the pri­mal female in her.

The biggest and most rudi­men­tary thing for me, though, that I don’t even think about is that I pinch and grab and tend to use pres­sure points to evoke pain. I often for­get to men­tion that because it is as nat­ural as kiss­ing her. In fact, even though I have a nice bag full of toys, I often­times for­get all about them because I want to expe­ri­ence her fully. It is as if I need to des­per­ately soak all my senses with her, to get so close to her that I miss not a sin­gle breath of hers or a sin­gle heartbeat.