-Instant- purr. Every time.
It’s two very different things for me, though. Doing and, and being subjected to it.
Doing it is amazing. It’s more a hard nibble, when I do it, though. I don’t hold the bite, increasing strength slowly. I just catch skin between my teeth, enough to not pinch, but to actually bite, without going Lecter on him. The feel of skin between my teeth, or, for that matter, under my nails, is sublime. I just can’t help it in the heat of the moment.
Getting bitten though is an -entirely- other thing. And much, muuuuch better.
The grey area between pleasure and pain is a remarkable place. Everything intensifies, and mixing the endless pleasure, the warmth rippling through me with a firm, hard-ish bite … Just makes me extremely soft.
And an additional bonus about biting is the marks they leave. My skin is pressure-sensitive – directly and clumsily translated from my own language, I’m sure, but basically it means that my skin easily marks, and adding that to a painthreshold that isn’t the lowest of all, and you have marks the next day that will make you smile. Not marbled black-and-blue, I’m not into red hot blazing pain, but hints of him on you. Bearing his marks.
Men, please do remember to bite…