Love bite Stories

We both lay down; mud stuck to my t-shirt like black tar. He whispered in my ear, ‘I want you, treacle.’ I looked at the stones, the green moss Creeping over them like furry caterpillars. The mill my mother worked in stood In the distance like a Northern Buckingham Palace. Guilt and shame engulfed me, Stacked inside like a Jenga. Afterward, we left the woodlands. Climbed the steps that were old And broken like digestive b...

I stretch languidly, inhaling deeply; your musky scent envelops me. Images of last night waft through my mind as I wake. My hand drifts to my tender breast; I open my eyes and look at the marks left by your mouth and teeth; twinges of lust somersault through me, recalling your passionate growl as you bit me. I trace the outline contentedly, purring as I remember the powerful orgasm that followed. My legs wrapped tightly a...