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MarquisdeShey · 03-11-2013, 06:48 PM

"I bite." She said as if trying to explain why this should go no further.
"I am into biting, like a nibble here and there. Not too hard though."
"Then you misunderstood me. I bite. Not a nibble here and there. Definetely not easy. I bite as if I were hungry for flesh, as if my sustenance depended on the taste of your blood running down the sides of my lips. I bite and where I do, there will remain a scar."
"I am not into pain like that."

Ding...

"Hi, my name is Fiona. I like your fangs. I like girls who bite."
"Eaves dropping?"
"A little. I noticed you looked annoyed. I thought I'd save you the trouble of explaining it again."
"Bondage?"
"Light."

Ding...

"Don't speak. I like pain and I like it intense. I love the taste of blood and the bruises from a nice pair of teeth. My kink to make you squirm. I get off on fear - yours not mine. I've watched you work this room all night and have watched your eyes become enraged by the false advertising this evening turned out to be. So, are you done yet?"
"Yes, Sir. I am finished."

03-11-2013, 06:48 PM	#15
MarquisdeShey Member How Do You Identify?: bent Preferred Pronoun?: She/Her/They Relationship Status: Minding my own business. Join Date: Nov 2012 Location: I live here now Posts: 1,200 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 845 Thanked 4,726 Times in 921 Posts Rep Power: 21474849	Speed dating for Vampyress "I bite." She said as if trying to explain why this should go no further. "I am into biting, like a nibble here and there. Not too hard though." "Then you misunderstood me. I bite. Not a nibble here and there. Definetely not easy. I bite as if I were hungry for flesh, as if my sustenance depended on the taste of your blood running down the sides of my lips. I bite and where I do, there will remain a scar." "I am not into pain like that." Ding... "Hi, my name is Fiona. I like your fangs. I like girls who bite." "Eaves dropping?" "A little. I noticed you looked annoyed. I thought I'd save you the trouble of explaining it again." "Bondage?" "Light." Ding... "Don't speak. I like pain and I like it intense. I love the taste of blood and the bruises from a nice pair of teeth. My kink to make you squirm. I get off on fear - yours not mine. I've watched you work this room all night and have watched your eyes become enraged by the false advertising this evening turned out to be. So, are you done yet?" "Yes, Sir. I am finished." __________________ My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool is s/he who adopts a manner of thinking for others! ~Marquis de Sade