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September 18, 2018

Crazy, kinky stuff

He squeezes my throat gently. “You have to trust me,” he says. He keeps squeezing as he rubs my clitoris with his other hand. He dips a finger inside me and I try and gasp from the sensation but his hand is still around my neck. The pressure doesn’t totally restrict my breathing though... But I can barely get a breath out. The whole thing feels very intense and I’m getting seriously aroused.

The carotid arteries on the sides of my neck carry lots of oxygen-rich blood to the brain. Rob is restricting that blood flow thereby producing feelings of light-headedness and giddiness. This is also heightening the sensations he is causing as he alternates between stimulating my clitoris and dipping his fingers inside me. He presses my neck harder and harder, the chokehold now cutting off all my air supply and then suddenly, releases the pressure.

I am not ready for what happens next. The sudden rush of oxygen back to my brain gives me a sense of euphoria and my body racks up and down with an orgasm I have never experienced before. That is like an out of body experience. It’s unimaginable. I can’t quite put it into words. My body takes time to calm down; probably as confused as I am by whether I was just about to die or had just experienced heaven.

“We need a set of rules,” he says interrupting my pleasure filled thoughts. He gently kisses my neck that’s probably going to bruise.

“Rules?” I ask confused.

“Yes, rules of engagement. But right now you have to leave,” he says looking at the clock on his bedside.

My meeting! I can’t be late for that. I jump out of my bed and get dressed. His fluids mixed with mine are sneaking down my thighs. This is what you get when you don’t wear underwear.

“Can I use your bathroom?” I ask.

He points me in the direction of it. It’s a tiny space where the shower and loo are in the same room. Oh crap. I wipe myself off with some tissue; no way I’m taking a shower here. What type of rules is he talking about? I stare into the mirror and touch my neck. That was some crazy, kinky stuff! He was legit strangling me a few minutes ago! I laugh at the absurdity of it all. I wonder if he wants to give me a contract like Mr. Christian Grey in ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’. That will be a hoot!

I leave the bathroom and find him waiting for me in the living room holding my coat. He slides it on for me.

“What rules?” I ask again.

“Think about 30 things you want from me, I’ll do the same and we’ll exchange the lists,” he responds. “Think of me as a genie in a bottle, whatever you ask of me I will do and vice versa.”

“Anything?” I ask.

“Yes, within reason.  Don’t ask for a trip to Mars,” he says.

Looking around his dump of a place, I can guess what his list will consist of. Probably wants an upgrade or something. I grab my bag and he walks me out. He’s the perfect gentleman. I make it home in record time, there’s no traffic yet. I take a shower and get dressed. Walking is a problem. I’m very sore. It feels like I’m carrying around an iron rod in my vagina. My meeting is long. It drags on till after lunch. I wonder what everyone on this table would think if they knew what I was doing before I got here. I instinctively touch my neck again. What a naughty girl you are, Samantha.

 

 

 

 

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