What a Woman Wants

I strangle myself for pleasure. I have a nice black wrought iron bed to which I bind my hands and ankles so that I am spread eagle on my stomach, nude and helpless. I have a noose that hangs before me that I can put my neck in when I'm ready and a vibrator on the bed below me that will pleasure me when I allow myself that privilege.

I struggle against my bindings and fantasize about being abducted and bound and abused, fucked, sucked, forced to do things I would never do, all the while being strangled, hanged, bagged, or asphyxiated. The imagination is a truly incredible thing...I can actually get myself worked into a frenzy from the images in my mind, and before I know it, I'm wet. I tease myself, lowering my cunt onto the vibrator, then lifting it up, struggling against my bindings, holding my breath.

When I'm ready, I slip my head through the noose and lay forward on the bed, feeling my pussy tingle. This is why I strangle, this is the attraction of asphyxiation and breath play to me - that tingle, the wetness that follows, and the insane orgasms that come later. Like the vibrator, I tease myself with the noose too, bringing myself to the edge and back over and over. It's difficult to describe the sensations.

When I'm ready, I slam my cunt down on the vibrator and imagine that I'm being brutalized. My neck in the noose, I imagine that my attacker is also strangling me from behind. My back arches, the vibrator plunges deeper inside me, and my vision starts to sparkle at the edges. The intense pleasure that ripples through my body is indescribable. Despite his best intentions, my orgasms with my husband (who doesn't know about my fetishes/obssessions) are nothing compared to the ones I get when I'm masturbating this way.

I wish I could share it with him. If nothing else, it'd probably be a lot safer than doing it solo. I know the risks and the dangers of doing it alone...but it's addictive. I almost strangled when I was a kid and for some reason became fascinated with hanging and strangling after that - in my teens, I tried to commit suicide by hanging a few times and ended up getting turned on by my body's response to the hanging.


The scenarios I imagine are mindblowing - rape, gangbang, sodomy - bondage indoors, bondage outdoors, in cars, ON cars, on the ground, suspended in the air. You name it. These things even go through my mind when I'm fucking my husband. I find myself holding my breath...gasping for air...I'm not sure if he's noticed, and if so, if he realizes what I'm doing. I want so badly to ask him to tie me down and just do whatever he wants to me...and to strangle me...but I don't think he'd be into it.


Here's what turns me on. My back arched as tightly as it will arch, maybe arched over something - a stool, a log, the side of the bed. Hands on my waist, my ribcage, fondling my breasts. A tongue in my cunt and fingers tickling my clit. I've never given a blow job and find it kinda gross, but I've always fantasized about being throat fucked while I'm bound and helpless. My back and neck arched back while I'm fucking, the man's hands around me and behind my back, pulling on a rope around my throat, strangling the life out of me while he fucks me silly.

Dirty Dancing

I stand against the wall, closing my eyes to listen to the music pumping through the room, sipping my drink and feeling the buzz washing over me. Then I get that feeling - you know the one - the feeling that someone's watching you. I open my eyes and scope the dark room, my eyes finally meeting those of a man halfway across the room, leaning against a pillar. His eyes do not look away, but instead travel from my face down my body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes move back up to my face. The corner of my lip turns up, I feel something stir inside me, feel myself getting wet at the way this stranger just undressed me with his eyes and smile at the fact that I didn't wear panties tonight. I straighten up, then push my shoulders back against the wall, arching my back a bit, pushing my breasts forward and up, and I'm sure he can see that my nipples are hard, even in the dim light of the club. I close my eyes and lean my head back against the wall, sucking in a deep breath that forces my breasts out even further.

When I open my eyes, the stranger is gone and I'm disappointed. I feel my pussy clench and I take a sip of my drink. A moment later, something touches my side gently and I feel a finger slide up my wet slit and an intake of breath right next to my ear. I turn to see the stranger standing beside me, his left shoulder resting against the wall. He smiles seductively at me as he brings his wet finger to his lips and sucks it slowly clean. He moves around in front of me and his hands very gently lift my skirt up over my hips as I struggle with the front of his jeans. Once I've freed his cock - rock hard and enormous - he takes both of my hands in one of his and pins them above me on the wall, using his other hand to guide his cock to the opening of my cunt, his eyes never leaving mine. He leans forward and takes my earlobe between his teeth, grunting into my ear, "I have been wanting to fuck you since the moment I saw you walk into this room."

With that, he thrusts his cock up inside me and I arch forward, sucking in my breath as I feel him penetrate my swollen throbbing cunt, lifting my right leg up over his hip and grinding my hips forward, taking his cock deep. My hands still pinned above me, I'm helpless even if I want to escape. With his other hand, he pulls the neckline of my blouse down and pops my left breast out, taking it into his mouth and sucking it crudely as our bodies thrust into each other in rhythm with the band on the stage. He then brings his hand up and wraps it around my throat, cutting off my oxygen, and I instantly feel a flood of wetness in my cunt. He must feel it too because his grip on my throat tightens and he pounds his cock into me even harder.

I crack my eyes open and look around to see that nobody is even paying the slightest bit of notice to our violent fucking. He grins at me and says over the noise, "Oblivious! All of them!" His grip on my throat tightens and I start to see the room through a red haze, bursts of light flashing at my peripheral vision from the lack of oxygen. Yet I continue to thrust my pussy against him, fucking him wildly despite my body writhing and bucking in its efforts to save itself.

When the first orgasm strikes, I'm overwhelmed with the pleasure of it, the pure raw lust of the moment, and I feel my vaginal muscles tighten and clench, squeezing his cock, sucking it, and I hear him moan with pleasure as he quickens his pummeling, driving his cock into my throbbing cunt faster and deeper and harder still. Lost in lust, his grip on my throat tightens again and I'm suddenly frightened, struggling to push him off me, while my body still responds to him, my cunt getting wetter and slicker, throbbing and aching for more, my nipples hard and erect, goosebumps rising on my flesh. My body writhes against him as I try to escape his grip, but he is so lost in the lust of the moment that he is no longer there. Strangled rasping sounds escape my lips and I feel myself starting to weaken. Still my cunt sucks at his cock, squeezing it and milking it, almost trying to devour it. I feel his body shudder and his hand tightens one final time around my throat, no longer allowing even a sputtering breath in or out. My eyes widen as he meets my gaze and I feel him empty his cock inside me, our hips locked tight together in mutual orgasm. I feel his cock pulsing and quivering inside me as he cums long and hard and violently, and finally his grip on my throat releases and he collapses against me, pinning me between him and the wall, spent, our chests heaving as we both try to regain our breath.

I slide my hands up to rest on the back of his neck and turn my face upwards, meeting his lips in a burning kiss. I feel my cunt still throbbing from our fucking and I'm desperate to have this man again. I slide down the wall to a squatting position and take his softening cock in my hands, leaning forward and running my tongue along the top of his shaft, up the center of his abdomen and into his belly button, then down again, along the right side of his cock, then back down his shaft again, then down, taking his balls between my lips, sucking first one, then the other, my tongue swirling and twirling to the beats of the music. I look up to see his arms straight out, bracing himself against the wall, gazing down at me with intense lust, and I smile, gliding my tongue up along the underside of his cock and flicking it swiftly across the tip, my other hand holding firm to the base, feeling him growing hard again. He pounds one of his fists against the wall and groans, pushing his pelvis forward, but I back my face away, teasingly darting my tongue out to flick the tip of his cock again.

I lean my back against the wall and slowly begin stroking his cock with one hand while rubbing my other hand up and down my pussy, then bringing that hand up, wet with our cum. and lubricate his shaft with it. I lick my lips, looking up at him again, before moving forward and taking the head of his cock between my lips, squeezing them into a tight "O"and resting my teeth just past the head, my tongue pressing against the liittle cleft on the underside, pressing and flicking. He jerks his hips foward and I push my face down along his shaft, feeling the head of his cock striking the back of my throat, pausing while my gag reflex tries to push him out, closing my eyes until the sensation passes, then opening my lips wider and pushing my face forward, pushing his cock deeper into my throat. I start working my throat muscles, trying to swallow him, and I feel him shuddering at the sensation of my throat tightening around his engorged cock. I bob my head forward and back, my nose slamming into his belly with each thrust, and I feel his fingers tangled in my hair, his hands taking control as he fucks my throat, and I can no longer pull out.

He pins me against the wall, his hips thrusting his cock deep, my head slamming into the wall with each pump. I use my hands to try to push him away, but it's no use. I grip his jeans tight, try to pull him away from me. Tears stream down my face as I start to choke now, my breath sputtering around his engorged cock, but he won't let up, he grabs my hair in both hands, pumping his hips against me, my head bang-banging against the wall as he brings himself to climax, then shoving his cock deeper down my throat and unloading his cock again. I feel it throbbing and pulsing in my mouth, jerking as each stream of cum spurts into my throat. Just as I think I'm about to pass out, he pulls his cock out and leans against the wall to catch his breath, his cock twitching in front of my face as I suck in air. My chest heaving, I lean back against the wall and push my breast back into my blouse, straighten my skirt and look up to see him grinning down at me.

TO BE CONTINUED

From Behind...

He wrapped his arm around her throat, her neck cinched tight in the crook of his arm. Her hands, secured behind her back in leather cuffs, grasped at the air. He clutched her body tight to him, enjoying the feel of her struggling hands against his groin. Reaching around her body, he thrust his free hand down the front of her skirt, slipped it under her panties, and slid his middle finger along her slit, growling in her ear at the wetness he felt there, his thumb grinding a circle around her clit.

She writhed against him, her feet kicking at him, though barely able to gain enough momentum to do much damage. He was big, broad, muscular, and stayed his place like a statue as she bucked against him. He tightened his arm against her throat and her breaths became ragged and weak. She closed her eyes and shook her head, astounded at her body's response to him, the wetness she felt between her legs, dripping down her thighs. He grunted in her ear, his hot breath on her neck sending goosebumps along her body, her nipples stiffening, and a cry escaped her.

Her hands struggling behind her back, crushed between her ass and the bulge in his pants, was driving him wild. He pulled his hand from her pussy, then thrust it under her skirt and tore her panties off. Reaching between his body and hers, he unzipped his jeans, freeing his stiffened cock and, grasping her around the waist, lifted her up and deposited her there, moaning as her hot cunt enveloped his cock.

She cried out again and closed her eyes, then spread her legs wide, bending her knees and bringing her feet up, wrapping them behind her at his waist, her hips grinding backwards, her back arched, her breasts thrust forward. He tightened his grip around her throat and stars burst before her eyes, everything became stained with red and she felt her eyes rolling upward. Her body was wracked by an orgasm. She reached her bound hands downward, wrapped them around his cock and felt it pumping into her cunt. She began stroking the base of his cock, so slick and wet with their juices, and she heard him moan with pleasure. A smile played across her lips as she felt him empty himself into her as she was overcome by another orgasm, blackness descending on her as her body spasmed in ecstasy.

Just Do It Already

A noose around my neck, I stood on the stool, vibrator between my legs barely touching my clit, securely held in my hands which were bound behind my back. As I heard Andy's car pull into the driveway, I kicked the stool out from beneath my feet and flicked the switch on the vibrator. I saw lights flash across my field of vision as the noose tightened around my throat, a sudden and intense tingling sensation in my groin, and my pussy was instantly wet and dripping, the vibrator sending shockwaves of intense pleasure from its tip right through to my core. I kicked my legs, swinging them in a scissoring motion, my body trying to reach towards the floor but failing to gain purchase. I gazed up at the ceiling and moaned as an orgasm washed over me, crying out in ecstacy, and this brought Andy rushing into the room.

"Oh fuck!" he muttered and quickly began pulling at the rope where it was twisted around the peg on the wall. "Holy shit, I told you not to do this when I'm not home," he said.

"Oh my god, Andy, just fuck me already..." I managed to mumble and tossed the vibrator to the floor. He stopped fumbling with the rope and looked at me. I noticed the sudden bulge in his pants and grinned the best I could under the circumstances. He quickly dropped his pants, pulled his sweatshirt over his head, and lifted me up, depositing me on his cock and kissing me deeply while he reached up to loosen the noose. I threw my head back to take in great gulps of air and ground my hips against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. Our intense lovemaking caused the noose to begin tightening around my neck again and I closed my eyes and groaned with pleasure, orgasm after orgasm ripping through me as I strangled. My hands danced behind my back, struggling to reach up, against my will, and loosen the noose, the cuffs keeping them from being successful. Andy continued to pummel me and I rode him, slowly strangling at the end of the rope, waves of pleasure coursing through me as my body struggled to save itself. Lights danced before my eyes, my peripheral vision fading to grey, and my lungs burning, tears streaming down my face as it moved through the various shades of pink to red to purple to blue, my tongue swelling and pushing its way out of my mouth.

As if from a distance, I heard Andy grunt loudly, felt him grip my ass and thrust himself into me, shooting his seed deep into my cunt. He ground into me several times, his head thrown back in ecstacy, moans of pleasure escaping his mouth, his cock emptying its contents into me as he came. When he was finished, he dropped to his knees in exhaustion and my legs fell from his waist to dangle six inches above the floor, twitching beside his sweating, heaving body.

He heard me sputter above him and quickly stood up, grasping me around the waist and lifting slightly, peering into my eyes. I could barely make him out, could hardly see his face through the red haze that enveloped me. I heard a strange rasping noise and realized it was coming from me, my body still trying to pull air through my constricted throat. My arms jerked behind me, the cuffs making a clinking sound that was barely audible over the sound of the blood pounding in my eardrums. Andy reached up and loosened the noose, pulled it over my head, and embraced me. My head fell to his shoulder and I sucked in several deep, ragged breaths. "That was fucking amazing," I murmurred into his ear when I'd regained enough energy to speak. "You are one insane woman," he replied, shaking his head.

The Great Outdoors

Outside, nude, and sore, she was sprawled across a log, her back arched painfully, her torso thrust upward towards the sky while her hands and feet were pulled tight and tied, spread eagle, to stakes pounded into the ground. Her panties had been stuffed into her mouth and her bra tied around her head as a gag.

She panicked, looking around to try to gain her bearings, to see what (or who) was around. She spotted a pair of bare men's feet a short distance away, her view of the rest of the person obscured by the log. She saw the feet move, heard someone say, "She's awake." She heard rustling and looked up to see a man gazing down at her, grinning devilishly and scratching at his naked crotch. Her eyes widened and her breath quickened as her panic increased, and this seemed to excite the man, his cock stiffening. He knelt above her head and put his hands to either side, cupping her ears and grinning down at her. "Open up," he said as he tore the gag from her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream and instantly it was filled with his cock. At the same instant, the other man thrust his prick into her cunt.

The two men began fucking her then, and she found herself praying for unconsciousness. She struggled to push the man's penis out of her throat, but her gagging reflex only served to make him thrust faster, the constricting of her throat sending waves of pleasure along the length of his cock. Almost simultaneously the two men climaxed, spurting their seed into her. When the facefucker removed himself from her mouth, she gasped for air and tried not to vomit as his cum slid down her throat and windpipe and leaked out of her mouth to seep down over her nose, eyes, and into her hair to the ground.

She felt the other man's hands on her breasts and squealed, sobbing, only to have the panties shoved back into her mouth and the gag secured tightly around her head.

"You sure she'll be okay out here?" he asked.

"Yah, nothin' to worry about," the other replied. "We'll be back in a few hours. Worst that can happen, some animal will come along and have some fun with her." He chuckled and kicked some dirt and leaves into her face, where it mixed with the semen and saliva. "What the f--- are you lookin' at, cunt?!"

She listened as the two men pulled on their clothing, catching an occasional glimpse of them. Facefucker crouched down and squeezed her face, leaning forward to give her a rough kiss on the cheek. "We'll be back soon, honey." He laughed and slapped her tits as he stood up.

She felt the other man lightly brush against her thigh and then his fingers were inside her. "Yeah, not soon enough, sweetheart," he called back to her as they walked off into the woods, chuckling.

When she was sure they were out of hearing distance, she began struggling against her bindings in earnest, panic once again settling over her as she realized that the knots were not only too tight, but that her struggles only served to make them tighter. She desperately tried to push the gag out of her mouth to no avail. In a fit of frustration and against her better judgment, she doubled and tripled her efforts to free herself, and soon worked herself into a frenzy, the bindings getting tighter and tighter. Collapsing in exhaustion, she cried silently, sweat and tears streaming down her forehead, mixing with the dried cum in her hair.

She soon dozed, her mind getting lost in a haze of confusion, fear, and panic, and minutes blurred into hours. As the day turned to late afternoon, she heard footsteps approaching and began to quiver at the thought of her attackers' return, wondering what was in store for her that evening. Instead, she looked up to see a young man gazing down at her, his lips forming an "o," his eyes wide.

"Duuuuude," he said. "Check it out!"

Her eyes pleaded with him. A second young man approached to stand beside him, and a third stepped forward and crouched down to touch her hair. He reached forward and removed the gag from her mouth.

"Oh god, please," she pleaded, her voice full of relief. "Thank god, please...please untie me." She looked from one face to another. "Please...before they come back..."

She felt a hand on her thigh and sucked in her breath in surprise. She looked back to the three young men. One of them was missing. The one crouching before her looked up, then returned his gaze to her face, his lips curling up at one corner.

"Please..." she said as he stuffed the gag back into her mouth and resecured it behind her neck. Her body shook as she once again struggled to free herself, anger flaring as she felt their hands on her, one caressing her breasts roughly while another sucked at her cunt.

The three young men took turns fucking her and when they were done, they began to play with her. One found a short length of rope and looped it around her throat, securing the other end around a broken branch on the log. Now she was forced to keep her head arched back severely or risk strangulation. Her body quivered in pain and exhaustion as they sodomized her with sticks and branches, beating her with long, thin twigs, raising welts on her skin, blood mixing with salt from her sweat and adding its sting to their repertoire of pain.

Dozing in and out of consciousness, she again lost track of time and when she finally regained her senses, the young men were gone. She took a mental inventory of her body. From what she could tell a large, thick branch had been inserted into her vagina, and she felt another, not as thick, protruding from her ass. She tried to lift her head to relieve the pain of her arched neck and lights danced across her vision. Dropping her head, she again collapsed into a daze and dozed until she heard approaching sounds again, opening her eyes to pitch darkness.

A flashlight beam played across her face and she squinted from the glare.

"What the fuck, Mel?" muttered Facefucker.

"Looks like she had company while we were gone," replied Mel. "Hehe, check out the tree limbs." She felt the branches pulled roughly from inside her and flinched from the pain, sobbing behind her gag and again wondering what awaited her.

"Someone had some fun," said Facefucker. "Just look at all the cum!" She felt him enter her and he fucked her roughly, alternately pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts.

"Hey, Jack - they got a rope around her neck," Mel said. He yanked the gag from her mouth and pulled her head towards him, sending lights dancing across her vision again as the rope around her throat strangled her. He knelt before her and began slowly fucking her throat and she felt herself strangling with each thrust of his dick. Her breasts heaved with the effort to breathe and Jack's thrusting against her bruised pelvis became more frantic, her body's struggles driving him into a frenzy. The sound of his grunts lulled her as she lost consciousness and as she felt Mel cum deep in her throat.

She moved in and out of consciousness over the next several hours as the two men took turns brutalizing her. Against her will, her body began to respond to them, her pussy getting wet at their mere touch, and this turned them on even more. Eventually, they loosened the ropes, released her from her bindings, forcing her to her knees between them and taking turns fucking her mouth. She slurped greedily at their cocks, hoping and praying that by giving them what they wanted, they would let her live.

When she finished sucking them both off, Jack grabbed her by the throat with one large hand and lifted her to her feet, holding her before him with her toes barely brushing the ground and gazing into her frightened, yet resigned, eyes. "It's time, slut," he said and dropped her; she crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll. He looped a noose around her neck and used the rope to jerk her back up to her feet, leading her to a nearby tree. Mel pushed a log over and Jack lifted her onto it, tossing the end of the rope up and over the branch while Mel bound her hands behind her back.

When he was done, Jack pulled the rope tight, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes on the log, and fastened it to a stake pounded into the ground nearby. He stood back and gestured at her, presenting her to Mel as if she were a gift. "You first," he said.

Mel stepped forwarded and climbed up onto the log, thrusting his cock into her in one swift motion and fucked her long and hard, pumping her until he was exhausted, his seed spurting into her. Several times she lost her balance and he had to steady her, but still she gasped for breath as the rope tightened around her tender throat.

Jack came forward next and stood on the log, looking down at her, a predator taking in his prey. He cupped her breasts and squeezed, then ran his hands slowly down her ribcage to rest on her tiny waist. She looked into his eyes and he swore he saw desire there. He put one hand between her legs and ran a finger along her slit, grunting when he felt the wetness there. He wrapped his arms around her then and buried his face in her neck. "You want me, don't you, bitch?" he growled, barely audible, and he felt her nod slightly. At that moment, he thrust his cock inside her in one swift motion and her head jerked back, her eyes wide. Keeping her in his tight embrace, he fucked her violently, tearing her with each thrust of his cock. He gasped softly as he felt her bring her legs up and wrap them around his back, her hips thrusting forward in time with his own. This drove him into a frenzy and he pumped himself into her wildly, his hands pulling her downward onto him, driving himself deeper and deeper into her.

She smiled weakly and enjoyed the ride, felt the rope tighten around her throat, could feel it digging into the tender flesh of her neck. Her pulse pounded in her ears and she could hear a small, ragged, painful rasping escaping her mouth. Flashes of light burst across her peripheral vision and she felt herself cum as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Her bladder let go; she felt the warm wetness wash down over her, heard it splashing to the ground around his feet. She forced her eyes open and looked at him, saw him lost in fevered lust as he pounded into her. As the darkness of death descended upon her, she felt her body shudder in one final orgasm just as he exploded inside her.

And a Smile Upon My Dying Lips

A crack at poetry.

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wrists and ankles bound to the corners of the bed.
on my stomach, blindfolded but otherwise nude.
he is beside me, gently running his hands along my body,
tracing a finger from the back of my neck, down my side,
along my ribcage to my thighs, across my ass and down,
underneath to my pussy, around and around,
teasing, but not venturing into the soft folds there.
a sharp intake of breath and a small moan escape my lips at his touch.
he straddles me, slips his feet beneath my thighs
and his hands beneath my waist, laying on top of me
and embracing me tightly from behind, his hot breath in my ear.
"i want you," he whispers, his tongue slipping along the rim of my ear
and sending welcome shivers down my spine.
his arms wrap tightly around me,
one venturing upwards to caress a breast,
the other moving downward, pausing at my clit,
then fingers plunging into my cunt.
a moan escapes me, a soft "ohhhh yesss..."
his hands work with urgency, his fingers moving inside me,
twisting and turning. my back is arched, my head thrown back,
my ass squirming and reaching up off the bed, begging for more.
my voice breathless, "oh my god...fuck me..."
his hand leaves my cunt and his arm wraps tight around my waist,
squeezing my abdomen. his other hand leaves my breast,
working its way up to my throat, encircling it,
gently applying pressure on the tender flesh there.
his grip tightens as he enters my cunt from behind.
instantly an orgasm washes over me, prompted by his entrance
and by his strong hands on my throat.
i drop my face foward, strangling myself on his hand,
helping him choke me, thrusting my hips up and back,
taking him into me deeper.
"ohhh...yes..." a faint murmur from my lips.
he leans forward again, hot breath on my ear,
"i have you," he whispers, "you are mine."
he releases me from his embrace and sits up behind me,
reaching his hands down to strangle me from behind
as he continues to pound into me. my body, stretched taut beneath him,
spread eagle and helpless, open and writhing, shuddering with pleasure,
my ass struggling to meet his thrusts, my upper back arched towards him,
my throat in his hands. wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me,
starbursts explode before my eyes, and my peripheral vision begins to fade.
i struggle to remain conscious, desperate to savor every last moment.
a sudden tightening of his hands, pressure building in my ears,
and he climaxes inside me, grunting and pounding against me
while he empties himeslf, then finally releasing me to fall forward on the bed,
his body collapsing on top of me, spent, satiated.
blackness descends, i take my final breath,
my eyes open yet unseeing,
and a smile upon my dying lips.

My Gift To You

I am blindfolded. You bind my wrists to the bedposts above my head. You bind my ankles similarly to the footboard. My body is spread out wide before you, my most secret parts bared naked to you. You run a finger from my throat down my breastbone, past my navel to my mound. Your finger moves around my sex and you hear a slight intake of breath as my tongue darts across my upper lip. Your finger moves down my slit, barely entering the folds, and I moan. My hips rise to meet your finger, but it is gone. I feel the bed move and then you are straddling me. Your hands cup one of my breasts and you lean forward and begin sucking on it, your hot tongue darting out to tickle my erect nipple. I moan and arch my chest upwards. You bury your face between my breasts and take turns sucking one and then the other, gently nibbling at my flesh as I writhe beneath you.

You run your hands down my sides and along my ribcage to rest on my waist and drive your prick into me. A moan of pleasure escapes me and I rise up on the bed towards you, prevented from meeting you by my outstretched arms. I feel you lean forward and your hands are upon my throat, gently squeezing. My breath begins to wheeze as the pressure of your hands increases. Dazzlings lights race across my vision behind the blindfold and my body pulses beneath you, the rhythm of its movements exciting you further.

With each thrust of your pelvis into mine, you increase your hold on my throat. My body's struggles become more frantic, now in a full-out fight to save itself. Throwing your head back and groaning in pleasure, you ride my bucking form as it squirms and writhes beneath you. The lightshow behind my blindfold increases, colors bursting across my vision. I hear a distant weak whistling noise and realize that the sound comes from my own throat as it struggles frantically for air.

I experience a series of orgasms then, my hips rising off the bed, shuddering with pleasure, driving you deeper inside me. I feel you pound into me several times as you empty yourself into me, your hands so tight around my neck that I'm surprised you haven't decapitated me. My throat gives three short, wheezing grunts, my body shudders, and I fall limp, my body held up off the bed by the pressure of your hands around my throat. I can feel my tongue beginning to push its way out of my mouth and my heart pounding in my eardrums, the pressure in my head unbearable. Blackness takes me as you collapse, spent, on top of me.

My gift to you - my life for your pleasure.