bite club
June 5 I am a little nipper.
Not only am I of modest size and of a rather terrier nature,
I also like to bite.
I nibble, I nip, I sink my teeth into things both literally and figuratively.
While my bark might be bigger than my bite, I bite off much more than I can chew.
and I have taken a big bite of life because I can't help it.
I am compelled.
I like it.
I like to bite
and in my customary minx fashion, I am compulsive.
If I bite it once, then I must bite it twice.
Perhaps I will bite it thrice.
Four times to make it even...
Lately, I have taken to biting people.
Not random people of course, not ordinary citizens standing before me in the queue at the supermarket or quietly riding the escalator in the shopping mall. Iam not yet so bold.
And while I haven't taken to mauling familiar friends who pop in for a cup of tea or stay longer for a glass or two of my sacred shiraz, my husband and children have begun eyeing me with suspicion.
For they fear I have crossed the line.
They have themselves, been bitten.
Yes, I have nipped them.
I have gone in for a nuzzle and nibbled them instead.
Dear reader, I dare you to snub the nub of a plump and pertinent earlobe, ticklishly tempting in its's taboo, fascinating for being forbidden.
Can you resist the lobe licked and lolloping that blatantly begs to be nibbled and nudged?
Personally, I find it altogether too provocative, bobbing bald and beguiling before my dangerous dentition.
While I must admit my teenage boys have been difficult quarry, with mere neck pecks stolen sly and sneaky, my husband fears for his flesh.
His lobes have been assaulted, his neck nipped and needled, his exposed flesh an exorbitant exercise in restraint for me, the urge to pillage his pulp irresistible.
Personally, I think all the renewed interest in chewing on my family's flesh has been aggravated by recent trauma and the vileness of it's resultant kissing disorder.
Unable to press my luscious lips with vigour onto the flesh I love, I have sought satisfaction through other energetic and oral means. My teeth are bared. Grrrr....mmmm.
But I have crossed the line.
Last night I bit the hand that feeds me. Literally.
Well, not quite.
It was something else.
And it really hurt.
Because there was squealing.
Swiftly followed by retribution.
Cruel retribution.
The sort that really hurts.
I know what you're thinking...
The Biter was Bitten.
The Smiter was Smitten.
But Biting's too good for this Little Kitten.
I suffered something much, much worse.
I was Licked. With the Tongue Bath.
Facially...
From forehead to chin, from earlobe to delicious earlobe, in each and every cleft and crevice.
Violated.
Desecrated.
Smeared with the slime that is most hated.
Oh, it was barbaric!
A punishment cruel and unusual.
So today I have been quiet.
I have been unusually quiet, dear readers, for I am hatching a plan...
My teeth are chattering at the very thought.
Oh yes, there will be biting.
There will be nibbling.
And there will be a gnashing and grinding of teeth the likes of which has never been seen before.
With any luck, after all my mordacious munching,
there will be a tongue bath,
but this time it will not be on my face.
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Reader Comments (22)
oh biting,nibbling...my mouth was literally watering as i read this...
LOL! I am staying out of your way today then!
damn! let me wipe the glaze of sweat from my forehead. my teeth are aching from bruxism as i read this blog. today's blog alone should win a thinking blogger award. i would be lying to say i'd stray from the path of a woman with the same nipping neurosis. bites away.
Once bitten, twice shy.
What a delightful, delicious, deviant little Minx you are.
Biting is erotic, esoteric, and exciting.
And I would expect nothing less from you.
xoxo
Kitty
ps-Mea culpa regarding my recent absence. Breaking up, getting back into the dating swing, daydreaming and wonderful weather have kept me away. I have much catching up to do.
Aww poor Minx, I too fear the horrific tongue bath on the face. It doesn't stop me biting though, or inflicting tongue baths myself. There's nothing like a good nibble, I say.
As we say in the jungle: "Biting and squeezing is sexually pleasing". Minx, deareast, you remind us all that humans and gorillas are cousins.
Oh Minx!
We must have been separated at birth! I do love to sink my teeth into soft spots at just the right moment. I also love the reciprocation of said well placed bites.
Primal. Instinctual. Feral.
Yummy.
Mistress M
A naughty nibble is guaranteed to get the taste buds working, Maisha!
x
Grrrrrreetings Jafabrit!!
x
raffi,
there is nothing quite as satisfying as a good bite!
A well placed nip is always a treat, but I must say I am rather opportunistic...smell, proximity and lack of protection are enough to get my mouth watering!
x
For a deliciously carnal pleasure, biting has the ability to conjure the divine with the delirium it inspires...mmm...
I have missed you dear Kitty x
You are in the midst of a turbulent time, yet one bursting with opportunities, so take a big bite of that cherry, darling.
Yum
xx
Lola,
There really is nothing more horrendous than being licked on the face. I have had to suffer the indignity more than once, usually precipitated by one of my forays into the world of provocative nips, inappropriately placed...
Ah, but it's never been enough to stop me...
x
Biting, squeezing, provocative peeling, all are part of sexual healing...
Oh yes, I love our animal natures, my simian friend ..
x
Mistress M x
It is entirely possible that we have been separated at birth...we sound like a matching pair of Tasmanian Devils! Spawn?
Biting is so delirious because it is the most primal, feral and instinctual pleasure.
It is so deliciously wild, untamed and undomesticated, this little minx simply can't help herself!!
grrr...nip...mmmm
xx
Well, that was so delicious, I could just eat it.
Or at least take a big bite of it!
My Beautiful Divine Ms DM....
After your horrid experience with the inflamed impacted enamels of recent days, it's no wonder you have turned into a biter.I myself have always been a biter, especially around the warm, sweet area at the back of my daughters neck when she is sleeping, an occasional lover in which case I tend to do much more than bite, and my kitten Gucci well, because she is a kitten and oooh so sweet. If the biting you are experiencing is an outcome of your recent dental woes, then you have made lemonade out of a big pile of lemons... bravo! Now there are a few things I tend not to bite: my tongue, my nails and most importantly more than my fair share... Now if you would like to discuss the subject of biting off more than you can chew or better yet, biting off more than you can swallow.... well I suppose you and I could talk for hours on that subject! meow! Thank you for making me smile in your delicious minxy ways! xxxx kk ps kittens love to bite and scratch too.
Wow what a mouthful! Nothing like a nibble though.
I'm so glad your kissing equipment is back in gear. THAT is deprivation - and look what it led to.
YIKES I felt that! Hum, actually that wasn't too bad ;)
Don't bite off more than you can chew, Eddie!
x
Oh my darling KimmyKat,
It is delicious to hear from you again!!
I have missed you so much I could bite you!
I love nibbling my animals too...
They are quite delectable.
Welcome back to the boudoir, pussy cat xoxoxo