My self help group for one:
Hello, my name is fiona, and I love to bite my Sir's lip (even though I know it's not appropriate.)
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So, I know I'm not supposed to bite my Sir's lip. I know this. I know when I do there are consequences. But here's the thing. I love to - like really LOVE to! I don't bite so hard that it really hurts (that's my story), but I love how it feels. I also know, it is NEVER acceptable.
So, yep, you betcha...dumb ass fiona did just that. I was kissing Sir in the laundry room and GENTLY bit his lip and
right across my face. Now I was expecting that I would not be able to get a way with it, but that was unexpected. It was quick and sharp and ... shocking. I put my head down and quickly turned away. He grabbed my hair and pulled me immediately up against him and began to kiss me.
I felt ashamed and guilty, I knew what I did was, not the end of the world, but not appropriate. I didn't open my mouth. I didn't want gentile affection. He kissed, his tongue gently probing and pushing past my lips. He was kissing me tenderly but firmly. I opened my mouth ever so slightly as my body betrayed my brain. His tongue took advantage of the opening. He was exploring my mouth and holding me safely and strongly in his arms. He was possessing me - loving me. It was heady. That mix of
correction + forgiveness + connection.
I could still feel the sting of his slap. The kiss broke and he held my head against his chest and hugged me firmly. I felt his strong body pressed against me. Oh, I felt enveloped and safe.
"You needed that, didn't you?" he said. No contempt, no teasing, simply a question.
I buried my face in his chest and whispered, "yes, sir."
"You are going to be a good girl." Once again, no contempt, no teasing, simply a statement.
He hugged me, released me and I turned to go. I make it to the door and once again grabs my hair and hauls me up against him. He grabs my hand with his free hand and pushes it against him. I can feel him, his manhood, his rock-hard cock - pressing so hard against his jeans.
I whimper and melt. AHHhhhhh