Originally Posted On Catalinaloves.com.
Lately my interest in breath play has increased to a level I’ve never experienced before. More and more I draw closer to the line, and more and more I am more interested in finding it. I remember first getting into the scene and finding out about asphyxiation and thinking to myself that there was just no way that I was going there. (Of course, by now in my life I have learned that few things are out of the question if I wait long enough.)
Several months ago I met someone who talked to me about his experience with a girlfriend he choked regularly. I started to fantasize about it, thinking of what it would be like to be up against a mirror with my husband’s arm around my throat, watching us as the room gets darker and the stars come out. Then, I saw a video of his, and watched with big, wide-open, eyes as he reached around and choked her until she fell limp under him, and I had a new fantasy to develop and enjoy.
Being very open and honest in our relationship, my husband and I talk about these kinds of things. Sex, fetish, deviance… all normal topics of conversation among my contemporaries. So it’s not an uncomfortable thing for me to bring up. It came up naturally in conversation while I was perusing my porn theater (I know, I love porn, too). One of the videos I clicked on ended up being a bit of a surprise. I thought I was going to see a run of the mill MILF fucks two younger men kind of movie, and ended up watching a “younger men choke MILF while they fuck her” kind of movie. Surprise, Surprise. I confessed to him that I’ve been doing it to myself in a limited way with my collar (for which I was spanked later). He cautioned me, making sure that I knew what I was getting myself in to, and we discussed the topic thoroughly (and I suggest that anybody getting into breath play do just that - not just consent, but informed consent is needed for edge play.)
Since that discussion he has slowly and carefully brought me to that place I was seeking, and continue to seek. My favorite memory being that the last time, when I was riding him, his arms out straight, hands around my throat, feeling my body heavier and heavier, relaxing into his hands and onto his cock as I came. I can’t wait to feel his hands on my neck again. Just a brush of his fingers as he brushes the hair from my neck makes me instantly excited.
