Author's Note: Just 50 words over the limit, so it doesn't Qualify as an entry. Thank you to those you read, and revewied. I do hope you choose to offer your opinion this time around. Please, enjoy. It's a little graphic. Don't like it, don't read.
A knife, if used artfully, can be used as a sensual tool.
He ran the chilly, flat end of the knife along her neck, and down between her breasts with grace, fluid motion. She moaned loud, arching her chest against the flat end of the knife as he passed it up over her right breast. The chilly steel being rubbed against her nipple caused it to harden.
Leaning down, he removed the knife from her breast. With his lips hovering over hers, he raises the knife, and cuts his tongue. Blood seeped into her mouth when he kissed her hard, coating both their tongues with blood.
He ran the flat of the blade down her stomach to her inner thigh. Smirking as he slid down her body, he cut her inner thigh. Blood trickled down between the lips of her cunt. He dipped his head down.
"Oh, oh…"
She moaned loudly as his tongue darted out to lick up between the lips of cunt, dragging it slowly up to catch the blood. Folding the lips of her cunt open, he rubbed the flat end of the knife against her clit. She dipped her hips up into the flat of the knife.
"Oh, OH! OH GOD, B!" She fisted the sheets tightly. Squeezing and rubbing her nipped with her free hand.
Beyond enjoy her moans as he fingered her soaked cunt, in, out, in, rubbing the flat of the knife up and down against her clit. She writhed, thrusting her hips up into his fingers. Screaming in pleasure.
When Beyond Birthday artfully used a knife, to her, it was the epitome of sensuality during foreplay.