Show me your fangs
    Tell me something that’ll save me
    I need a man who makes me alright
    Tell me something that’ll change me
    I’m gonna love you with my hands tied
    Show me your teeth

    — Lady Gaga, “Teeth”

It was New Year’s Day of this year when I was first bitten. I remember the surge of pain in the side of my neck, immediately followed by a pleasure that shot through my whole body. I was shocked and pulled away in disbelief.

“Did you just bite me?” I asked, a bit angrily.

“Yes, did you like it?” he responded.

I thought about it, hesitant at first, but realized I really did like it. When I leaned back in for some more, I felt the warmth of his mouth encompassing my throat, followed by the stinging of his teeth as they dug into the flesh, and then a sense of satisfaction as goosebumps covered my body.

That’s about all I can say, as I’ve agreed to not make this person a subject on my blog. But biting is my newest obsession.

It’s a feeling that’s new and different each time I experience it. Sometimes the intensity is so strong that I have to make him stop, yet I want more and more, as if I’m testing the balance of pleasure and pain that I can endure.

My neck is often covered in red marks, but thankfully they fade quickly and never draw much attention. At worst, it looks like I have dry skin and have been itching it. Nobody would ever guess my secret fetish.

Surprisingly, neck biting is fairly safe. (Yep, I’ve researched it.) The skin on your neck is too thick to actually penetrate with teeth, and even if you did bite hard enough to make it bleed, you wouldn’t be able to go deep enough to do any damage. In fact, the biggest risk is infection from the bacteria of the teeth, rather than the actual act.

I think it’s so hot, and I love biting back too. Mmmm….

Most of these relate to sex, but I have a list of annoyances about men I’ve had over to my house… I say these all with humor and good nature, by the way.

#1 - Sit down when you take a piss.
I don’t care if you think it’s girly. I hate cleaning my toilet and I always sit down in my bathroom. I don’t like seeing your dried sprinkles on the toilet when I wake up in the morning. My toilet, my rules.

#2 - Wipe your dick.
My mouth, my rules. This refers to #1 above, and again, it’s not that complicated. I keep wet wipes prominently displayed on the toilet. Figure out why.

#3 - Shams are not for sleeping on.
Do you see my head on the pillows and not the shams? Exactly. Mimic the way I’m sleeping. Thank you.

#4 - Use a coaster on the coffee table.
Come on, you’re a gay man. There’s just no excuse for that.

#5 - I don’t care if you don’t like cats.
If I had to choose, things wouldn’t look too good for you.

#6 - Do not pinch my nipples or flick them with your tongue.
I tell every man this, yet inevitably, they do it anyway. Flat palms and flat tongues only. If you can’t do it right, leave them alone, please. They’re very sensitive.

#7 - I think it’s weird that you want me to pull out and cum on your back.
What’s with guys wanting me to pull out, rip the condom off and shoot on their back? It may look hot in porn, but it’s distracting and annoying in reality. If I like your ass enough to reach a climax that way, why would I stop to jack off at the end?

#8 - Ending on a positive note:
If you kiss my neck, I’ll fall in love. If you kiss my thighs, I’ll ask you to marry me. Do what you want with this information.

I’ve learned a lot this year.

I’ve learned that I actually am capable of having sex without love (although I prefer to have them together, because it is much more meaningful).

I’ve learned that I’m really good at flirting with men (and women, apparently–I kissed a girl and I liked it!).

But I’ve also learned that I’m not really interested in one night stands, or random hook-ups. There is too much risk involved. STDs, broken condoms, broken hearts, hurt feelings, etc. I’d say that any pleasure I get from it is so fleeting that I’ve kind of given up sex for awhile.

I’m not saying I’m celibate. I’m just saying that I tried the hook-up thing and while I did have some mind blowing sex, I don’t care to go down that path again any time soon.

So in this journey to understand myself, I’m discovering that I really enjoy the thrill of the chase. I like to meet guys at bars, clubs, social situations, flirt with them, make out with them, feel each other up, dance a little, and that’s it.

I like being confident. I like walking up to a stranger, flashing a big smile at him and saying, “Dance with me.”

Tonight was a perfect example. I started dancing with a guy and a friend of mine got behind him and we sandwiched him in. Then we started french kissing while all three of us were grinding together. After that song, I moved over to a few new friends and did the same thing, but then a fourth person joined in. It was hot and I rubbed my dick against another guy’s and leaned back at an angle that really pushed us tightly together.

All in good fun. I have no intention of sleeping with anyone. It’s just so exciting to have this sexual freedom and know my boundaries. I enjoy testing my self control and seeing how far I can go without doing much of anything.

I still want Mr. Right. I really, really want to be loved and I have so much love to give to someone. But I guess for now, I’ll just enjoy these sexual games.

Goddamn! My pubes grow out so quickly.

That is today’s penis report.

I admit it… As a friend pointed out, my last two posts were kind of dull. I know, I know. It’s hard to top all the intensity of last week.

Well, let’s liven things up and talk about masturbation. I was talking to someone today about weird masturbation stories.

Oh, the trouble a pubescent boy can get into. But it doesn’t stop there. We do some freaky shit well into adulthood. Don’t even try to deny it, guys!

Would anyone like to share one of your own? :)

A hot, wet appetizer…

Then right to the main course…

They call this “physical therapy.” I don’t know much about all that. But I do know this is the fastest way to pump a fart out of a guy. Just sayin’.

The pierced nipple makes me think he’s gay, but sticking his dick in a tailpipe? Definitely something a breeder would do. Anyway, I’m glad Eminem has found something to do with his free time.

I don’t know where this pic originated, but I’ve seen it on several sites. I love the way this guy is using the jockstrap like it’s reins on a horse. HOT!