She got bitten...

And she liked it, a lot. Not bitten in the sense of draculesque biting, but it was a bite nonetheless. In fact, there was more than one bite, and close to her neck.

It wasn't meant in a sexual, even in a sensual way, she thought. But wow.. she liked it. She already knew that biting on her nipples felt good, actually, really good to her, as long as it wasn't the "I'm going to eat this piece of flesh, masticate it and eat it raw" biting. She loved the slow, sensous, a bit hard but not too hard biting she had received seemimgly ages ago, and which brought a dreamy smile to her face every time she remembered.

And she found herself more willing to discover to others her hidden sides, such as the side that knows more than one kind of clamp... She still second guessed herself about the fact that others might not like her knowing all those things, or would think her rotten.. but she felt relaxed enough to let her naughtly thoughts flow, and that was a new feeling of freedom for her, since it wasn't so long ago that only one person was the only recipient of her naughtiness.

She was happy...