Two on my back.
One on my shoulder.
One on my ass.
One, light, on my neck.
I don’t bruise easily. I rarely have marks that last more than a few hours. I do today.
The one on my neck concerned me the most. I don’t like looking totally trampy when in public. You don’t really notice unless I point it out, though.
After he did it, I asked if you could see it. He leaned in close to look, and I instinctively leaned back, thinking he was going to bite my neck again.
“Trust me,” he said. And I did. He kissed me instead, then licked me.
“Don’t wipe it away,” he commanded.
God, I love when someone claims me like that, even if only for a little while.
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Actually that’s a hot little image, leaning in to kiss the bite, then licking it, telling you not to wipe it away.
I don’t usually bruise easily either and I enjoy biting/being biten. I was playing with a regular playmate I met on http://www.muah.com and he bit me but at the same time I happened to move away, my skin caught in his teeth a bit. It left a mark. A week before my wedding. Luckily it went away after just a few days but I was worried about having that mark immortalized on my neck in wedding photos forever.
Just one word: Awesome