Elsie’s Close Reading of the Kama Sutra

The text that comes in from Elsie is about what you’d expect from her: Hey so remember how I was translating the kama sutra? Well I just finished and it’s about as crazy as you’d expect, and now I’m all horny and want to try some of this shit with you, so I’ll see you in twenty?

Normally, you’d pass on this. You’ve already fucked Elsie, she’s counted towards your fifteen, and besides, she seems a little crazy, but today… well, this sounds like something new, and who knows, you might even pick up a new technique or two to pleasure girls with.

You show up at her place fifteen minutes later, and walk in through the open door (or open doorframe, there still isn’t a door), and look around the living room. No sign of Elsie.

Then, out of the bedroom stumbles a fit looking black guy. He’s shirtless, with just the faintest traces of sweat along his chest, and he makes a strange moment of eye contact with you before he looks back into the room.

“Uh, Elsie, there’s a guy standing in your living room,” he calls out.

“A guy? Oh, it must be Alex. ALEX, IF THAT'S YOU, THIS IS WHY I TOLD YOU TO COME IN TWENTY MINUTES AND NOT FIFTEEN. I’M STILL TOWELLING OFF,” Elsie shouts back from the bathroom. Without any doors in the place, the shouting is deeply unnecessary, and you can hear her voice perfectly clearly.

“Got it. I’ll wait the full twenty next time,” you say, and the black guy nods at you awkwardly, slipping on a shirt that was left tossed over the couch. He checks his pockets briefly, and then glancing back at you, he mouths a quick ‘See you around’ and heads out the doorframe.

Yeah, fat chance of that happening.

Elsie comes out of the bathroom a moment later, dressed in a fluffy bathrobe that leaves little to the imagination. The swell of her breasts is fully visible under the Egyptian cotton, the light blue folds contrasting against her pale cleavage.

“So I was thinking we should try the stuff in the biting section,” Elsie says, running a comb through her fiery-red hair.

“Eh?” Did she misspeak? Or are you just dreaming? This whole sequence of events has been… surreal.

“You know, the Kama Sutra contains 8 sexual arts, each with 8 variants. I thought we could try the art of ‘biting,’” she says. She tosses her comb to the side. “Don’t know why I bothered with that. My hair’s going to get all messed up in a second.”

“I’m not sure about this ‘biting’ thing,” you say, backing away a little as she draws nearer. She’s stalking towards you, a predatory grin on her face, and you suddenly remember that a lot of girls have a thing for vampires. “You… I’m not sure that biting is sexy.”

She pounces on you, arms wrapping around your waist, and you try to twist away, fearful of what’s coming. But instead of a painful bite, you feel her warm lips press against yours, and once you realise what’s up, you kiss her back, hard. You can feel her smile behind the kiss, lips playing across the bottom of yours, until you feel her lips envelop your lower lip, her soft nibbles and suckles making you want to take her right there and then. Oh god, you’re so horny.

“You like that?” Elsie murmurs, and you nod. “That was called ‘the swollen bite.’ It’s the second biting technique in the kama sutra.”

“I think I’m into it,” you breathe, and she grins something wicked, taking your hand and dragging you over to her bed.

“There are women who can cum without you ever touching their pussies,” she says. “And luckily for you, I happen to be one of them. Today, you’re going to make me feel good without ever going down there.”

“What, you want me to grope your tits?” you ask, going along with it.

“No, no. If you’re not going to be working down here,” Elsie says, sliding a finger down between her legs and under her robes, where it disappears for a tantalising moment, “then the breasts are going to be your final goal. Your foreplay should tease around my tits, but never get there until you’re ready for the main event.”

“So what do I do?”

“You bite,” she says, baring her teeth playfully. “Let’s start with ‘the coral and the jewel.’ It’s the fifth biting technique in the kama sutra. Imagine your bottom lip as the coral, your teeth the jewels. You press with the coral and bite lightly with the jewels, but not with too much ****—this is still the beginning of foreplay, remember.”

You oblige her, giving her a quick peck on the lips before moving over to her left ear, nibbling it lightly with your top row of teeth. It feels a little weird to have your lower lip tucked over your bottom teeth, but from the way Elsie coos her affirmations, it seems to be working.

“Good, now go lower to the neck with the sixth technique—‘the line of jewels’ is a bite with all the teeth,” she says, and you trace the curve of her cheekbone with kisses, working your way past her lips and down to her exposed neck.

You start off light, teeth caressing her pale skin, and you gradually increase the pressure, until you hear her sigh in pleasure. You bite down harder then, hard enough that you’re afraid that you’ll split skin, and Elsie yelps. You abruptly pull your head away, but she pulls your head back into her neck.

“That was good,” she says, “real good. You can… you can work over other parts of my neck too.”

With a slow deliberateness, you leave a trail of bites down the slope of her neck, all the way down until you reach her collarbone, the firmness of the bone giving you a little trouble. Where do you go next? Is it time to get to work on the tits? You reach out with a hand, ready to undo her bra, when Elsie catches your hand with hers.

“Mmm… you want to be a real tease, you move to the shoulders before you go to the breasts,” she says. “This is where you’d use the eighth technique—‘the biting of the boar.’ If you do it right, you’ll leave me with broad rows of red marks. I’ll trust you to figure it out.”

She shrugs off a shoulder of her bathrobe, revealing a smooth bare shoulder that you run a hand over.

Your mouth digs into her pale shoulder next, her red hair falling in tassels around you, and you bite hard.

“Oh fuck,” Elsie whispers, and when you bite again, you feel her hand gripping your cock, some fantastical urge overcoming her as she begins to tug on your member.

You bite with passion and gusto, your teeth grazing and then biting into supple flesh, the feel of the rough hand-job Elsie’s now giving you through your pants inspiring the pale red semicircles you leave strewn across the top of her shoulder, and then you grip her waist, causing her breath to hitch as you shift down her shoulderblade. One bite leads to another, and before you know it, your teeth are grazing the tops of her tits, your face brushing up against her soft bathrobe and her still softer skin.

“Do… do… do the broken cloud now,” Elsie moans, her grip on your cock tightening as you begin the worship of her breasts.

“Mwhann?” Your mouth, buried in her breasts, fail to articulate a proper word.

“It’s the seventh technique,” Elsie says, managing to guess what you meant from inflection alone. “You um… you bite with unequal risings in a circle, it’s meant to come from the gaps between your teeth, it’s designed for… oh YES, oh YES, JUST LIKE THAT—” her voice pitch sharply upwards as you follow her instructions, suckling a nipple, “—OH GOD DON’T STOP!”

You don’t.

While your mouth attendees to her right nipple, your hands keep the left occupied, the flicks of your wrist and needle-points of your teeth drawing out moan after moan. Elsie’s waist thrusts up against your crotch, and you can feel her slickness through even that momentary bit of contact, and as you drag your fingers down across stomach, you can see her eyes begging for you to insert them, even as she shakes her head.

She breaks down just then, letting loose a series of quick “Oh! Oh! OH!”s that signal the arrival of her orgasm. She lifts her chests into your face, as if willing you to savage her tits. Your mouth comes down for the last time, biting down on the tip of the nipple, the sensitivity sending her shrieking. The scent of her cum fills the air, and a minute later, she slumps back against the bed, breathing hard.

“Good job… good job, Alex,” she says, her hand giving your cock a deserving pat.

“So, why’d you tell me to do that?” you ask, taking a breather too. “Won’t these hickeys get in the way of your modeling?”

“Hmm… it’s hot, and it’ll fade in a week or two,” Elsie says, and then she frowns as she checks her phone. “Oh whoops….”

“It’s my turn now,” you say, beginning to fiddle with the buckle on your pants, but she shakes her head.

“Me, get you off? I think I’ll leave you with a reason to come back,” she says, abruptly shooing you out with a firm push to the chest.

You would push further, but… you’re not that kind of guy, and besides, this crazy girl could probably fuck you up somehow if you did.

“Go!” she snarls when she sees you lingering for a second.

Feeling distinctly blue-balled, you walk out the door, hardly noticing the jacked guy who brushes past you in the hallway, heading straight for Elsie’s open door.

Elsie +100