Bite of Love.

Here is my erotic short story;

Michelle arched her back, pressing herself up into Paul with passionate force. He responded immediately, kissing her harder and faster than even before, his only pauses punctuated by his ragged breathing. Michelle's hands explored his body and his explored hers, but the connection they felt now was more than physical. They longed to express what they felt inside.

Paul could stand it no more, he had to take things further. He pulled away from their kiss and began to transfer his attention elsewhere. His lips brushed her earlobe and she gasped audibly. His tongue traced a path downwards, settling on her neck. His kissed gently at first. Then he applied a massive amount of suction, bursting the blood vessels that lay just beneath the skin. Disgusted, Michelle slapped him and threw him off her. "What the fuck are you doing, you sick animal? Why are you trying to hurt me?" She then stormed out, slamming any door she came across.

Love bites aren't sexy. If you think they are, then you're wrong, or you have some very particular tastes. Very few people find enjoyment in administering injuries and no other injury has quite the same sexual connotations as a 'minor haematoma' on the neck.

The desire to 'mark' out their territory is an understandable one for any kind of jealous or proud lover, but in an age of extreme social networking and regular, wide-reaching Facebook relationship status updates, is skin damage really the most appropriate way to show the world what's yours? And, although it may have been pretty cool to have had one when you were 13, it's been quite a while since I've seen a love bite anywhere but discreetly nestling behind a scarf or hidden under thick layers of make-up.

And it's not surprising that people often go to considerable efforts to hide their love bites. Parents, friends, strangers in the street; they all seem to find it obligatory to provide comment and ridicule for even the smallest of marks. The possibilities for awkward moments are endless, especially as most people refuse to believe that love bites can be anything but evidence of your sexual deviancy.

All this surmounts to one thing; love bites are funny. There's no denying it, awkward moments and comedy go hand in hand, especially when given a healthy sexual twist. So this is what I say: Give A Love Bite. Maybe to a friend, maybe a lover or even maybe sibling or parent (ok, maybe not.) Challenge society. Sport your love bites with pride. When questioned over them, explain them truthfully, or even just smile smugly, I don't care, as long as you do your bit.

The love bite revolution starts here.