Never underestimate biting. Ever. It’s so primal. Feeling someone sink their teeth into your skin- knowing that they can make it hurt is deliciously scintillating. Never knowing if they’re just going to hold you, lick you, kiss the lightly bitten spot better or if they’re going to clamp down and really let you feel their power, feel their teeth slowly digging into your skin and making you arch to meet them, to try to indicate submission and assent. And when it’s all over, when the lust is sated for the moment and you’re left to dream about what will happen next time, looking at those marks- the teeth indentations and discolorations, touching the marks to see if you can feel the ridges or not, seeing if it’s sensitive or tender or if it’s just an ornamental thing. But either way it’s there. You’re marked. And you’ll remember how amazing it was everything you brush it inadvertently or see it in a mirror. Never underestimate biting.
