gustavratzenhofer wrote:This might be off subject a bit, but I recall the time I was doing this babe and I was really getting into it, and all of a sudden she starts biting my friggin shoulder.
Biting the friggin hell out of it.
I kept pounding away all the while staring at this insane woman biting my shoulder.
Afterwards as we smoked our obligatory cigarettes I asked her, "Do you see that gaping hole in my shoulder? That is from you biting me. Might I ask why you chose to do such a thing?"
She took a long drag on her cigarette and exhaled. As she watched the plume of smoke drifting toward the ceiling she casually said, "I thought you were wearing a leather jacket."
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Very funny. He WAS wearing a leather jacket, which is why I thought it was ok -- in the middle of much variations of finding things to bite and kiss-- and feeling if I didn't clamp down on something the top of my head would blow off-- I bit the shoulder of his jacket. It was a tiny bite, but full on. I didn't realize the flesh of his shoulder was caught up in my bloody nibble. Through the jacket.
Osso--
You are such a sweetheart. I appreciate your concerns. We'll have to commiserate.
This was fun. I'll keep you posted.
martybarker--
Let me know if you get my PM. It helps to have other people who understand what's going on.
