Mmm-Pain

Content warning: this story includes instances of dubious consent

I first realized my wife enjoyed a bit of nipple pain early in our courtship when my teeth grazed her nipple and she moaned. I’m not slow to jump on anything that turns a woman on, so I made a point of adding a little rough nipple play into most of our sessions. I soon learned that there was mmm-pain and there was ouch-pain, but figuring out which action caused which re-action was trickier.

I bought the first pair of nipple clamps for our second anniversary. People tell you that sex levels off after you get married, and they aren’t wrong. The only time I felt that old spark from her was when I spent some time biting her nipples, but there were positions where biting wasn’t feasible, and I worried I’d lose myself in the moment and bite one right off. The harder, the better from her point of view, but I didn’t want a wife with one nipple. Continue reading

Anytime, Anyplace

On the first nice day of March, it was inevitable that the quad would be crowded, that students would line the low stone wall that ringed it, jostling for position and joking noisily. Warmer weather meant that they bounced off each other with smiling gibes instead of hissed warnings as they made their way across the unevenly-paved square. It also meant that the sun was high and bright, glaring off the white stone as it peered over the spire of the administration building.

All of which meant that when Archer looked up in response to a shouted “heads” to find a frisbee coming at him, he tripped, resulting in both the frisbee bouncing off his forehead and his books spraying across the quad. Given the current set of circumstances, that fall was only to be expected and had nothing to do with the row of jocks showing off their bulging biceps in t-shirts. Continue reading