Kink of the Week is on Scratching, and this is one of the tamest pictures I have for scratching. It was when I was baby stepping someone into kink – scratching with nails seems like a good transition with that, and I made sure not to go too deeply or cover too much skin. “I began scratching my nails into this skin, softly but then raked trails as my mouth alternated between hot and cold. I would only dig in when I was in a zone that he found pleasurable. “This pleasure with pain is completely new to me,” he muttered at one point, and I acknowledged that it was my intent to only hurt him when it also felt good.” – Restraining Him
I will also scratch a one night stand; it seems to be a fairly acceptable practice during sex: “He rotated and saw his back, the side of his chest where my raked nails raised red. “I didn’t promise I wouldn’t scratch you,” I laughed and he smiled, uncaring of those marks.” – He Wanted a Fight
When it comes to scratching in BDSM contexts, I do think to ask permission, as this community is built upon negotiations and consent far more (though even in the vanilla engagements of my sex life I should practice this form of communication): “One of my hands went to his forearm, the fingers curled around his muscle, and before I dug in my nails I realized that he isn’t mine to scratch and mark – to claw into as I am sometimes wont to do when I am in pain. If we play again, I thought fleetingly, I should ask about that. It’s almost instinctual to press my fingertips into something when I am overwhelmed with sensations.” – When I Thought the Scene was Done
Honestly, when I think scratching in terms of kink it’s most often with a knife, however. Curiosity got me searching my own blog for the term scratch and it most often came up with a knife. Knife play is something that I’ve found a lot of people don’t want to engage in regardless of how they see themselves, and I certainly don’t consider it an implement often used outside of people identifying as kinky. Knife play was something I engaged in from the beginning of my sexual life, and something that’s always ticked a box in my brain that is hot. So, regardless of whether I viewed myself as kinky or how vanilla my relationship was – knife play has almost always been there in my relationships (not one night stands).
I used a soothing voice to tell him to relax and did not ease up, only leaned down and thoroughly kissed the swell of a cheek and side of a hip as I whispered that I needed to love my blank canvas. Stretching the moments until he felt the tip of the blade, I scratched red letters into white skin, a love letter unfolded along the curve of his body. Mr. Texas thoroughly believed that I would scar him, protested but didn’t color, so I traversed back up his back after I was done expressing my words and explained that I would never violate his consent, that I would not intentionally ever cut him, scar him, but that his mind and his body were mine in those moments and that I was in control of what he thought and felt. – Knife Reflections
Recently, a curry comb reminds me of scratching – as that’s a fun (fairly new) toy Mr. Texas and I use. It’s so scratchy it can hurt, we bought one horse size so he sometimes puts the metal around my throat as he fucks me, and that’s so incredibly hot to me. ““It’s amazing how much you’ll hurt yourself for an orgasm,” he sounded amazed, but by this point Mr. Texas knows how I can get under the right circumstances. He continued to draw the curry comb against my nipples – or rather keep it pressed up against them as I scratched them back and forth painfully riding him. I would feel my nipples sore for a week, but the price was worth the pleasure.” – Somewhat Out of Context Phrases