Just One Of Those Days

Today was a fucked up day.

Days are like newborn babies - when they are born into the world, they cry out, demanding reaction, seizing opportunity. They start out precious and beautiful. Depending upon the circumstance, the influences around them, the investment of time and nurture by those in charge of it's countenance, it can continue along it's excellent path, or wander about the road less traveled. Sometimes that road is a good thing, sometimes not. Today, that road was not a good thing. My day birthed into the world, began wonderfully, then circumstances, fate, whatever you call it, coupled with my reaction to it caused it to veer off the path of things pleasant.

So when my phone rang and I heard his voice, deep and melodic, it was easy to leave this world of chaos and not care about righting it anymore. At that moment, all I wanted was to be consumed by him, to be hastily swept up and be forced to surrender. And surrender I did.

I don't even remember unlocking the door or opening it or even getting out of the car and walking up to the house. I close my eyes and all I can remember his his body pinning me against the wall of the entryway, my leg curling around his, my hands grabbing his ass and his neck while he kissed me. I felt his teeth on my neck and his lips grazing my earlobes, fingers intertwined in my long hair. At first he didn't say a word, then between his firey, forceful kisses he brazenly purred into my ear, "I'm going to fuck you now, so hard". At that moment, all my clothing still on my body, I came gently and moaned.

"Fuck" I gasped, and felt my body go a bit limp and the rush of warmth all over me, covering my skin. I felt golden.

He pressed his hips into me and I could feel him, how hard he was already. His hands moved from my neck and my hair down to my breasts, kissing my neck as he squeezed them and pinched my nipples. Sometimes he's gentle, some days he's not. Today was one of those days where he wasn't. At times the zing of pain surprised me, but then I shifted my focus to expect it,
and the resulting pleasure was incredible. I just gave up, gave into pleasure, the pain, all of it.

Biting someone, just sinking your teeth into them a little bit (or a lot, to each his/her own) - don't know what it is about that act, the feeling of biting into someone's flesh whether you draw blood or not. (On this particular occasion, not.) There is a primal allure to it, the pleasure of which is amazingly fulfilling. Teeth, tongues, skin, moaning, purring, all of it so super sensual, unreal but very tantalizing.

Maybe it's just the foodie in me that loves this, wanting to get as close to someone as possible, to try and ingest them in various ways - to experience them in effect - that makes me ruminate about this for hours on end. Delicious thoughts....