Choked To Ecstasy!
He’s got me on all fours, sitting back on his heels on the bed, surrounded by messy sheets, pulling me onto his length. My back is pressed to his sweaty chest, and I’m using his calves to steady myself as I bounce against him. The sound of our skin slapping together and my breathy moans fill the room.
He’s slicking into me nice and hard, and I can feel the tight muscles of his chest flexing with every thrust. One of his hands is between my thighs, playing with my clit to intensify the pleasure. He’s pinching and flicking, alternating between wide, slow circles with his entire hand and quick back-and-forth movements with his two middle fingers. Occasionally, he slaps my folds to elicit a cracked yelp from my throat.
His other arm had been tucked under my arms and across my chest to keep me from falling forward, but now he moves it diagonally across my chest, his large hand coming up to my neck.
His long fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing lightly at first – not too tight, but snug enough that my inhales stutter.
“Like this?” His voice is deep and throaty, warm breath puffing against the sensitive shell of my ear as he jerks his hips up at a brutal pace. “Like to be choked, now, do you?”
I nod furiously, whimpering in his arms, hands reaching up to tug at his mussed-up hair because I need something to hold onto, if not my sanity.
I can feel his smile against the top of my ear. I can feel it trail down the curve, following down the back of my head and down the slope of my shoulder. His hot lips make my blood boil, the notion of him filling me to the brink overwhelming my senses.
He stops playing with my clit, bringing his wet fingers up to my abdomen and ghosting his short nails over it temptingly. The feathery motion causes my stomach to instinctually tighten.
I moan out shakily, my entire body quaking with unharnessed arousal and anticipation.
“ here?” He tightens his hold on my throat, the coldness of his metal rings biting into my skin and causing my breathing to hitch for what feels like an eternity. Being constricted only amplifies my neediness.
I give a short nod, and he brushes his nose up and down the curve of my shoulder, tracing up my neck and licking the tiny junction just behind the curve of my jaw. My eyes roll back without consent as I squeak out a satisfied whine.
“Such a naughty little thing. Kinky, too. Like me here.” He thumbs over my belly. “Here.” He presses my neck back against his collarbone so that my head is forced to fall back on his shoulder.
“And here.” A quick slap lands on my clit, and my body thrashes against his hold, which earns me a tighter grip on my jugular. He thumbs over the teeny bulb rapidly, teeth sinking into my earlobe as he swivels his hips up into me, nails digging marks into the skin along my throat.
His hair is tickling the underside of my jaw as he trails his lips down to the dip where my neck and shoulder part ways, pooling light kisses there as his hold on my windpipe goes into more dangerous territory.
But I’m absolutely living for it. Living for the flashes of red and blue that thrum at the back of my skull. For the webs of bright yellow and orange that spider across my shut eyelids. For the panicky, enclosed feeling that sets fire to my lungs and makes my fingers go numb. But especially living for the way my entire body tingles as adrenaline surges through every crevice in my bones, sending a buzzing sensation down to my center that has my mind spinning in circles.
The feeling is amazing. The only other thing that beats it is when he starts to buck harder into me, bouncing on the balls of his feet faster as he feels me tightening around him while also pulling me down roughly to meet his thrusts.
His words spread smoky tendrils across my hypersensitive skin, the pleasure he’s feeding into from everywhere taking over my being completely. But it’s his thoughts and actions, murmured quietly against my moist jaw as he rubs his light scruff against my cheek, that have me begging for mercy. He addresses me with a smug smirk, bringing to his mouth the thumb that was on my clit, licking the glistening digit slowly and holding full eye contact. His irises sparkle with pride as he releases his finger with a wet pop.
So, you’ve stumbled across the idea of incorporating choking into your bedroom activities and thought, “What could possibly go wrong?” Well, let me stop you right there. Before you start practicing your best villain in an action movie impression on your partner, it’s crucial to understand the fine line between thrilling and terrifying. Buckle up, folks, because we’re diving into the world of choking during sex – where communication is key, safety is sexy, and a tinge of laughs keeps things light.
First off, let’s talk about why some people enjoy adding a little squeeze to their sexual repertoire. But let’s not pretend it’s as easy as Netflix and chill. It’s more like Netflix and skill… or else it’s Netflix and “OMG, call the ambulance!”
When done correctly, a little pressure can increase sensitivity. It’s like upgrading from standard to HD. If you’re into BDSM, the power exchange can be a thrilling roller coaster of emotions. Just remember, it’s a ride where everyone needs a seatbelt. The slight risk can pump up the adrenaline, making everything a bit more exciting – like riding a roller coaster with no hands, but way more intimate. There’s nothing like trusting someone with your airway to really solidify that “we’re in this together” vibe.
Let’s be real for a second: choking can be risky. No one wants a trip to the ER after a steamy night, especially with that awkward explanation to the doctor. Here’s what you need to know about the potential pitfalls
- Loss of Consciousness: Passing out during sex should be from sheer ecstasy, not lack of oxygen. Keep the breathing in “heavy breathing” healthy!
2. Physical Injury: Bruises on your neck might have your coworkers raising eyebrows in your Zoom meetings. Neck massages are fun; neck damage is not.
3. Emotional Overload: Not everyone enjoys feeling like they’re in a kung-fu movie chokehold scene. Respect boundaries and read the room.
4. Legalities: Injuries can lead to uncomfortable legal situations. No one wants to add “criminal defense because of sex” to their LinkedIn skills.
To keep things fun and not a headline on the evening news, here’s a crash course in being both a responsible lover and a safe one. Think of it as a CPR class, but with more moaning and hopefully no still mannequins. Before you channel your inner warrior , talk to your partner. Make sure they’re on board with what’s about to go down – or, in this case, what might make them go down. Remember Safe Words Save Lives, establish a safe word like “pineapple” or “unicorn.” Trust me; it’s a better stop signal than “mmph mmph!”
Start gently, like you’re holding a kitten, not a stress ball. Apply light pressure to the sides of the neck rather than the windpipe. Imagine you’re gently squeezing a ripe avocado. Keep an eye on your partner’s expressions and breathing. If they look like they’ve seen a ghost, it’s time to ease up. Learn to read the room.
Set clear boundaries ahead of time. No one wants a surprise in the middle of a passionate moment unless it’s “I ordered pizza for later.” Keep the pressure brief. This isn’t a test of your partner’s lung capacity. Ask if they’re okay. Sexy talk can be as simple as, “Are you still with me?” with a playful wink.
And women, Learn Some Moves: If things get too intense, know how to break the hold. Imagine yourself as a graceful ninja – minus the high kicks and nunchucks. Use a pre-agreed signal or a light tap if verbal cues aren’t possible. Think of it as a “too much salsa” gesture. Speak Up, Your safety comes first. Don’t hesitate to stop the action if you’re feeling like it’s gone from hot to hazardous.
Choking during sex can add an exciting edge for those who enjoy it, but remember: safety and communication are your best wingmen. Keep things light, laugh about it, and make sure you both feel good – and, more importantly, safe. Now, go forth and enjoy yourselves, responsibly. And remember: if it gets too intense, you can always fall back on the timeless classics of pillow talk and cuddles.
