Combat Titillation
When you lie alongside, or better yet atop, your lover, and the nuzzles and caresses reach an urgent pitch, you run the risk of slipping over into a scenario I call combat titillation. Now that you cross the line, it's a competition. Now, you are hungry, and though it's your partner's shivers and gasps you want, you badly want also to win.
Every caress is met by a parrying fondle, every stroke or suckle or nibble earns another in retribution. Your eyes smoke over and your face takes on an eroticruel shadow. Your partner attacks, leaving you whimpering, but you know where the vulnerable spots are, and in retaliation you pick one you haven't visited in awhile, and you strike it swiftly and without mercy. You grasp a fistful of hair by which to pin down your mate while you stroke ribs with nail tips, you assault nipples with tongue, you entrap thigh with calf. You moan with lust and greed, and the white hot desire to come out on top.
So to speak.
The one who first begs to be taken loses. What a delicious defeat, though.
~ You may have noticed that the Bigass Master List is waaaaaaayyy behind. I am working on that now.
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