I can’t really say whether I like being bitten, or not, since I can’t recall anything more than some minor ear nibbling. Personally, I guess I’d have to say I’m more of a nibbler, than a biter. I once disappointed a woman, mildly, because I couldn’t bring myself to bite her nipples as hard as she wanted. I thought I was biting pretty darn hard, but she wanted more. I was afraid I was going to break the skin, and I just couldn’t do it. (I’ve tasted enough blood, in my life. Most of it mine. And, it’s not a pleasant taste, and definitely not a turn-on.) I made it up to her, in other ways, though.
But, I do like to nibble, along with all the other mouth play. My favorite targets are generally all the soft, velvety places on a woman’s body. Given the opportunity, by a woman who appreciates it, I’ll work my way from top to bottom. I’ll start with soft kissing of her mouth, working into more passionate kissing, with sucking and nibbling on her lower lip. Then I’ll move to that lovely spot in front of the ear, my staging area for a delicate assault on the ear lobe. From there, it’s down the throat, following the pulse to the wonderful little nook where the curve of the neck meets the shoulder. A leisurely visit with the central hollow of the neck, and I’m off to the velvet slopes, where I may linger for quite some time.
Eventually, though, the lady’s responses will tell me the time has come to move on, and down I go, licking, sucking and nibbling as I slowly work my way south. I have a special fondness for ladies’ tummies, so this area probably gets more attention from me than is usual. The belly button, in particular, is a favorite target, such a soft, sensual, delicate and personal part of the anatomy, and so often neglected. On down, along with the line of soft fuzz many women have pointing the way to heaven.
Reaching the undergrowth, if there is any, I divert around, with only a few teasing licks, working my way down the outside of the mound to the softest patch of skin on most women; the innermost thigh, just below the crease. So wonderful on the tongue and lips; how can you not want to take a nibble? Or, two? Some time later, I find myself working on down to the soft, sensitive area behind the knee. This is where I’ll generally stop my descent and, after paying proper respect to one, switch to the other and begin to ascend, again. Up through the succulent stretch of inner thigh, once more, to the final destination.
The rest, I fear, I must leave to your imaginations, lest I incur the wrath of the Mods, or the narrow-minded (which are not the same thing). I wouldn’t want this thread to blow up like Dirk’s did.
Pssst…RH…if you had messed up the link, I wouldn’t be able to fix it for you. Only a Mod can do that. But, they’re very nice about such things, I’ve found.