I’ve always enjoyed a good nibble here and there, especially my ears and nipples. So arousing! And I like to nibble my partner, certainly, but I really didn’t understand the biting fetish until I met Joseph.
This was pre-Twilight times, readers. I don’t think vampires ever go out of style, but it had yet to take over the world.
Joseph was the stepson of my co-worker Lucy. I didn’t even know he existed because my colleague was divorced and never spoke of him. When her ex dropped by one day, with son in tow, it was hard not to take notice. Although he was much younger, I felt a connection, and I was convinced of it when he began showing up to take his stepmother out for lunch, eventually inviting me to tag along.
Lucy was oblivious to any goings on between us, but somehow I don’t think she would have cared. In fact, I realized she didn’t when I whined about having no one to take me to an upcoming costume party. She suggested I ask Joseph, even encouraged it. He called the next day and said he’d be delighted (yes, he used that word!) to go with me.
Date with a Vampire
I always prefer ugly scary costumes, but I thought sexy was in order, so I turned myself into a hot dominatrix – red stilettos (I could barely walk), fishnets, a tight black mini, corset, with whip in hand and handcuffs dangling from my wrist. I definitely had it going on and was hoping to get it on before the night was over. I’m more the submissive type so it was fun to switch it up.
Joe picked me up, all decked out in vampire gear, platform boots, a black cape with purple satin lining, slicked back hair, and fangs. Hot! Let’s just say, we didn’t stay long at the party.
Back at my place… we were necking and necking and then I felt – ouch! He’d bit me, not with his fake fangs, which he’d removed, but his real teeth. His incisors hadn’t been filed down as a kid so I really felt it. And it felt good. I even asked if he’d drawn blood. He said no, but that he could if I wanted.
Hmmmm… His vampire get-up wasn’t all just an act. He said he was yet to meet a woman who would let him actually pierce her skin. Who was I to get in the way of a man and his biting fetish?
Indulging My Lover’s Biting Fetish
But I wasn’t comfortable with having him bite me on the neck. It felt too delicate. I offered up my left breast which was heaving out of my corset. He was more than happy to oblige.
He began by circling my nipple with his tongue and then sucking slow and hard. I was wet already and filled with anticipation for the pain that was to come. He lifted his head, stared long into my eyes and then closed his, returned to my bosom and bit down. I shrieked but didn’t pull away. He sucked a little and then kissed me. I tasted my blood as our tongues intertwined.
I looked down and saw two tiny incisions just like that of a real vampire, if they do exist. I can’t tell you how much this turned me on. And not only was he a pro with his marksmanship, he was a slow sensuous lover. Before the night was over, he bit me one more time on the same breast. Small purple bruises formed around each bite.
I never did see Joe again. He moved out of town with his father. Of course, I never shared this story with Lucy, his mother. How could I? “By the way, you’re stepson has a taste for flesh, my flesh.” I’ve told very few people since. I’ve got four tiny scars – not big enough for any lover to notice or question, just enough to keep the memory alive forever.
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