Marks – #SinfulSunday #KinkoftheWeek #MasturbationMonday

“Bite marks are just like the words,
Written on the skin of your lovers.”

– Aiyaash

Unsure how it came about but I actually showed this exact image to Molly while sitting on a couch in the Holiday Inn after Eroticon had not long finished. She made me promise not to edit it so here it is fresh of the press. I, of course, (and Molly knows this) would have likely adjusted the filtering to it somehow but as I said I wouldn’t, I didn’t. Actually it is quite possible I showed this image because Marie had just whipped out her freshly pierced nips, but I can’t confirm that.

Anyway, the reason I am sharing this pic is the current topic for Kink of the Week is marks. And anyone who reads my blogs or snoops at my images will already know I adore them. I am more likely to appreciate them more if they actually unintentionally appear like this one pictured here.

This mark is the “in the moment” kind – the ones you usually discover in the mirror after showering post fuck and I love those <3 So much so I snapped a pic, never with the intention of sharing it (did I mention Molly is a convincing woman). They give me all the floaty feels of something passionate and squishy as well as causing my cunt to clench and wish for a round 2 or 3.

I am, however, equally a fan of marks that are put there intentionally. Ones that have hard-earned a place on my flesh. Those marks are even more delicious to me because there is a huge chance that if I rub against/sit/ or even dig into them I end up getting a flashback to the moment they were caused. And yes, I will admit I am disappointed when I don’t get them, which I notice is usually the case if I really wanted to mark.

I dislike hickies/love bites that are visible and will actively try not to get them… My OH, however, sees this as a challenge and enjoys whisking me off to pleasure central while having his wicked way with my neck and grinning at me when I spot the faint mark he has left behind. Really it isn’t much of a challenge because the bugger knows I am a sucker for neck kisses so while I try my best to deter him, I usually fail.