Anyway, what follows are examples of a couple of the dozens of letters I've gotten that deal with one of our favorite topics. I've also included my replies, just for the sake of completism. If you don't happen to find the thought of a luscious pair of nipples appetizing to the point of ravenous hunger, this Rambling may not be for you, unless, of course, you just can't live without my wit and wisdom.
Basically, they start something like this:
Dearest Matt, Webmaster Extraordinaire, King of Tit Torture, and Holy Example of All That is Good and Right in the World,
Of all the wonderful and life improving things you and your incredible writers write about in your incredible site, my husband and I are most intrigued by the nipple biting. My husband loves to bite my nipples while we make love, and I love for him to bite them. I come like nobody's business when he bites, especially when he times the really hard bites right when I'm on the edge of my orgasm. Just the thought of feeling him take a thick fold of my areola between his teeth, just below my nipple, and grinding just hard enough to make me buck and scream beneath his manly grinding hips makes my juices run.
His best climaxes are always while he's sucking and biting on my breasts and nipples, too. The way he almost loses control, sucking as much of my pert breast between his full wet lips into his mouth and letting his tongue and teeth abuse my hot, hard, sweet nipple as he groans and shoots passion juice deep into my love canal, is just incredible. If it were possible for a guy to orgasm without having his love shaft touched, letting him chew on my cherry nipples would do it.
Neither of us have the guts to let him try biting my love buds hard enough to draw blood, though. I'm sure that he fantasizes about it, and would love it if I screamed, "Oh, God, yes! Eat me, beloved!" just as I came. I've always fantasized about doing exactly that, feeling his teeth as they closed, the sudden sweet pain stabbing through my abused nipple and coursing through my full breast and trim belly all the way through my trimmed pubic curls and across my shaved baby-soft nether lips down into the sweet core of my love box, looking through my ecstasy-clouded eyes into his and seeing the look of unbridled ardor on his face as his wildest dream came to life...
Unfortunately, since we'd be too embarrassed to have to explain to a plastic surgeon why I might need reconstructive breast surgery, we draw the line at the occasional sweet bruise, love bite or teeth mark.
The reason for this letter, Mr. Nicholson, sir, is that you're always talking about the "Most Edible Tits," and writing about biting and eating all those lovely breasts you show us each month. We would like to know if you have ever drawn blood or done any of the things you talk about with your teeth. If so, could you please elaborate? Spare no detail, we're all eyes. And if you haven't actually tasted of some lovely woman's succulent nipple meat, would you if you could?
Love and Kisses, Your Devoted Fan Forever and Her Equally Idolizing Husband
To which I pretty much say...
Dear Devoted and Husband,
Sorry for the delay. I was busy getting the publication rights to your letter. I expect sales somewhere in the triple digits. A Waiver of Financial Recompense is attached. If you would also sign the attached contract guaranteeing at least one similar letter a month, I will begin the process of finalizing the land purchase in New Zealand and closing the website.
Anyway, to answer your question, no, I haven't ever actually drawn blood. At least not on purpose. Like you and your husband, there are many times I'd have liked to, and I'm sure there will be many more, but since all the women I've ever known prefer that their nipples remain significantly attached... well, there you are.
Besides, while many of us fantasize about being able to indulge in at least one opportunity to actually partake of the raspberry nipples that we find so appetizing, I suspect that the reality of having your pert fruity nipples and sweet gummy aureoles ground into crimson love jelly between your husband's sparkling molars would likely result in something less than cosmically orgasmic, at least for you. Your Equally Idolizing Husband might still get off, but, as you say, I think your plastic surgeon might be required by law to notify the authorities.
Fantasies are all part of the big picture. Remember, though, that some of them lose their appeal when they're actually put to the test.
Please, don't let that stop you from writing about them, preferably by the monthly deadline of the 1st as noted in paragraph four. Photographs would be appreciated. Oh, and make sure to initial the section that holds me harmless for any damages that may occur during research.
All the best,
~Matt Nicholson~
Then there's the...
mattt...
u r the man!!!!!!! i eat nipples three times a day...... brekfast lunch and diner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i lik em frozin too!!! the harder the better i say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they really go good with whiped creem and beer!!!! maybee we can get together some day with one of yur models!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! if yo give me a free munth, ill pay for the beer and whippd creem even!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
niple eater man
Now, my reply to the NEMs of the world vary depending on whether or not I can verify membership. If so, my letter might look something like this (misspellings deliberate for communication's sake)...
Niple Eater Man,
Thanks, a bunch for the thoughtful letter. I do hope you include some vegetables in your diet. The last time I checked, beer, whiped creem, and nipples were not your three basic food groups, though I've heard several arguments about beer being added soon.
Anyway, of the models I have that have yet to join me for brekfast, lunch, or diner, all of them have either retired or are out on extended assignment. I really don't expect any of them to return in time for us to get together before the punishment phase of your trial. Sorry. Also, I really doubt Darker Pleasures will still be around after your "20 to life" sentence is served, so you might think about canceling your subscription soon. Sorry about that free month.
By the way, I do agree with the frozin part. The harder the better. Liquid nitrogen is not an option, though.
Good luck with your new attorney,
~Matt~
If Niple Biter's letter seemed to come from out of the blue, and I couldn't find a membership, my reply would probably look more like this...
Mr. Man,
Since I can't find your membership through any search known to modern technology, state and federal laws require that I assume you're probably around eleven or twelve, thirteen tops.
Now, Mr. Man, I'll go out on a limb here and guess you've never seen a real bare naked lady in your life besides your mom, and that she breast fed you only long enough to decide you were a social liability. That means the closest thing you've had to what you were talking about is Similac and Playtex.
Unlike anime boobies, real ladies usually prefer that we not bite their bodies without permission. Doing it three times a day, with different women, is called a 'serial crime' and will land you in juvenile detention until you can transfer to a big boy prison to serve out the rest of your concurrent life sentences. That means it is bad.
Beer tastes like sewer water and pee. You should stay away from it for the rest of your life. If you have friends that buy it for you in order to bribe you into printing out pictures of bare naked ladies for them, you need to find friends that don't grow beards yet. Also, remember the phrase, "Stranger, Danger!"
Anyway, milk is much better for you, but only from plastic containers. Mix it with chocolate if you like. Finally, you might ask your mom what she meant when she told you you could have milk and cookies before bed time. I doubt she meant you could surf the net for them.
Come back in about eight years and we'll talk about that whipped cream. For now, turn off the computer and go shoot some hoops. Watch out for that bright stuff. It's called "The Sun."
Best of luck,
Mr. Webmaster
I always love getting these...
Dear Matt,
I fantasize every day about making passionate love to you while you treat me like your sex slave and do whatever you want to my tits. Can I please have your love child? I could bottle feed if you want to abuse my nipples with your teeth to the point they don't work.
Love, An Admirer
Typically, I try to remain as professional as possible when dealing with these types, as they could well be stalkers. As such, here was my last reply to one...
Dear Admirer,
Please tell me that you're really Catherine Zeta-Jones and you're looking for a man younger than Mike that can really treat you right!
Anxiously,
~Matt Nicholson~
OK, if I'm going to fantasize, I may as well go big, huh. I've done the math. The chances are far better than winning the mega-lottery. Have you seen Michael Douglas lately?
Oh, were you looking for an honest answer? "Have ya? Could ya? Would ya?" Only my hairdresser knows for sure.
I've got a reputation to consider.
