Starting with 'I don't bite, unless you want me to', and I immediately thought back to the mid-90's when I was active on a local adult BBS. While I have never requested biting, there was a particular encounter which ended up creating quite a buzz on the board. I had been chatting with one particular lady and we decided it was time to meet, and see if the 'spark' was there. So I arrived at the cafe, for the ol cuppa coffee greet and meet.
Her and her husband were already there, so I go over say hello and sit down at the table, our eyes met and there was chemistry alright, a spark if you wish, if you consider a blazing inferno of mutual desire a spark. She didn't break eye contact with me, as she said to her husband 'Oh this is going to happen. You can go home now.'
We drank our coffee and did our best to make small talk, made a playdate for the next night, walked her to her car and shared our first kiss. If by kiss you mean around 20 minutes of making out and barely avoiding giving the diners inside a full show on the hood of her car. As you would expect the moment we were in the room for our first time together, it was game on. Pure raw primal lust took over, and as the session went on, it seemed like gasoline was being poured on the fire. We hit a point where we began spontaneously and mutually biting each other as she rode me sitting astride me face to face.
We experienced no pain at the time just ecstasy, swept up in our raging fire. Eventually it was time to go home.
Waking up the next morning, I realized quickly that I was rather bruised by bite marks all over my chest. But I really didn't mind as I remembered how they got there.
As was my usual habit at that period of time, I made myself a large coffee and walked over to have coffee with my neighbor, who was also a member of that BBS.
When she opened the door this morning however, instead of just letting me inside, my neighbor asked 'What the hell did you do?' She told me the board was all abuzz about me getting rough with my date the night before. I unbuttoned my shirt and showed her my chest, and now had one ally on the board, which at the time was ready to lynch me as a mangler.
Seems my date's husband had seen her bite marks when he got up that morning, while she was still contentedly sleeping in. Jumping to conclusions, he had alerted the community to my nefarious ways.
Even my neighbor's defense of me, telling them that she herself had seen the evidence of mutual participation, did little to sway the majority of opinion against me.
