When Lust Sneaks Up On You: A Date with Luke
TikTok video from 2022-04-14
For those new to my story, I have several partners I adore—some romantic, some sexual, some comet lovers I see once in a while. It’s a beautiful mosaic of connection, pleasure, and communication.
But last night? Last night was fire.
Let’s talk about Luke.
Luke’s been in my life for a little while now, about 2 seasons (he’s a snow bird), and we’ve always had fun together. He’s easy to be with—kind, adventurous, up for anything. I recently introduced him to a friend of mine, and wow... the chemistry between them lit up the room. It was primal, charged, lusty. You could feel it pulsing between them, and truthfully? It sparked something in me.
Not traditional jealousy—this is polyamory, after all. But desire. I wanted to feel that kind of raw, body-level attraction again. I wanted someone to look at me the way he looked at her.
So I started dating again, actively seeking that animal spark—that can’t-keep-your-hands-off-each-other kind of thing. And while I’ve met some incredible, thoughtful, sexy men... the primal connection still hadn’t clicked.
Until last night.
Luke and I went out for dinner—nothing fancy, just easy connection, shared stories, inside jokes. But there was a shift. Maybe it was the candlelight. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered a little longer than usual. Maybe it was just timing.
When we got back to my place, it was like something came over us. The temperature changed. The energy thickened.
And then—he bit me. Right on the neck. Not playfully. Not lightly. With intention.
It caught me completely off guard—and yet, my body reacted instantly. It was electric. He growled low in his throat, this deep, almost animal sound that went straight to my spine. I melted into it. I wanted more.
And now, I have the bruise to prove it. It’s small, tender. When I touch it, I’m right back in that moment—heart racing, breath catching, skin on fire.
It wasn’t about pain. It was about intensity. Being wanted like that. Feeling that kind of presence. It reminded me that, even in the middle of a full, joyful poly life, there's always room for surprise. For deep, embodied, erotic connection.
The best news? Luke is sticking around a bit longer than I expected. We’ve already started talking about what we want to explore next—more play, more scenes, maybe diving deeper into that animalistic dynamic that started to unfold last night.
We’re keeping it casual, but there’s an undeniable spark that’s worth paying attention to. That’s the magic of polyamory—you don’t have to force anything. You just follow the connection where it naturally wants to go.
So for now, I’ll enjoy this tender mark on my neck. I’ll savor the memory.
Because that primal spark I was looking for?
I think I just found it.
I even wrote a short essay about it, which is about to be published in my upcoming book… Here it is for you, in it’s non-Amazon approved copy…
My Erotic Bruise
OW!!!
He bit my shoulder. Hard. For some reason it didn't leave a mark, but it sure left a tenderness that, when pressed, HURT.
Wow, I loved that pain, which was unexpected because I don't like pain. I'm a masochist with a low pain tolerance and no interest in testing those boundaries.
Until now.
He BIT me. HARD... and I've been bitten before, but it didn't feel like this.
I was actually turned on when I pressed my fingers into my shoulder. The pain felt good and I was suddenly dropping into an alternate head space. I giggled and then pressed harder and giggled more.
He turned to me and gave me a questioning glance. It had been an hour or so since he'd bitten me and he wasn't near enough to touch me to induce that kind of giggle, and yet, I was rolling into peels of laughter.
And I realized that I was, not only able to tolerate the pain, but enjoyed the afterglow headspace of the bruise and it was because the man who had inflicted that pain, has over the time that I've known him shown me all the ways he enjoys taking care of me.
He looks out for me in our vanilla life and opens doors for me and makes me laugh out loud. And now he could hurt me and I could love him more. I could even enjoy the pain.
ENJOY THE PAIN!!?!?!??
yep... that's me. I'm a masochist who enjoys pain.
We've got some boundaries to test...
