Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

So, earlier this afternoon a “nice young man with very sharp teeth,” randomly messaged me off my chatback badge and inspired me to write a post about biting.

I like biting.

Even though I couldn’t manage to type it in chat, I would actually say that I am a more than a little bit of a hussy for biting. But there is definitely a difference between Good Biting and Bad Biting, and, although it’s certainly a matter of personal preference, I would like to explore that gap-toothed divide.

For me, good biting, the kind of biting that makes me melt rather than run screaming, is the kind of bite that grabs deep into the muscle. The kind of biting that makes you feel like someone could lift you up by their teeth without breaking skin. Actually it’s the same kind of deep pain that I like in piercing, the kind that makes me think I might one day want to try flesh hooks. I think it’s somewhat tied into my “werewolf” fantasies and the notion of animalistic violent sex where my partner has me pinned by their teeth on my throat or buried in the big muscles of my back. That’s the good kind of biting. Far on the melt side of the continuum, even when there’s a little (or a lot) of pain built in. That’s the kind of biting that even thinking about it makes me want someone in the room who I can jump.

On the other hand, I’m usually not all that crazy about sharp biting. The less tissue involved in the bite, the less I’m likely to enjoy it. It does depend, however, on what effect you’re going for. Deep bites are sexually arousing to me. If you want to turn me on to the point of distraction, that’s a good way to do it. If you want to hurt me, though, sharp bites are extremely efficient. You can hurt me, a lot, with very little effort and leave really good marks for me to enjoy later. Since it can be incredibly hot for me to have someone hurt me just because they want to hurt me without my enjoying it*, the sharp bites on the shriek end of the continuum can be an extremely effective tool

So, really, “good biting” and “bad biting” are misnomers. There is, to misquote a certain brilliant writer, “no bite either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.”

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*Waves to a fellow sex blogger who should know who he is.