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It's Just Breath Control...
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It's Just Breath Control...  It was a play day as he was home on leave. He had been gone to Africa for a couple of months, and now he was home, he was pushing my limits....seeing where our long distance and steamy chats would let him go. We had discussed breath play and my desire to make it happen. Somehow I knew I would fight back if he obstructed my airway... That would be interesting. This was when he suggested cutting off the blood flow of my carotid arteries neck for a moment. I was a bit apprehensive  and queried if I would be OK. His special forces training would come in handy , and I knew this. He looked deep into my dark eyes and told me my safety was first and he would be sure keep mw safe. As always, I agreed when I saw that look of undeniable sincerity.We were into the hot play session and I had reached that place where all the desire and wanton lust within me was pouring back into him, feeding his dominance. His hunger to posses every inch of me was punctuated his hard cock thrusting into me , finally....as I began to undulate against him, it was clear I wanted more... He placed his hands on either side of my neck...looking into my eyes deeply, he placed his thumbs into the smooth groove above my collar bones on each side and pressed gently but with more and more pressure... Staring back into his eyes as he pressed into the soft groove finding racing heartbeat in my artery, and the ringing in my<b> ears </font></b>started. My eyes glazed while I felt his cock rub that sweet spot, as it pounded against my cervix, thrusting into me deep....and then the room started spinning a little...He could see it in my brown irises I was there, on the precipice...dangling in euphoria but not at the point of passing out .He released his pressure and the feeling of the blood flowing back into My brain went into effect and I began to orgasm simultaneously in the biggest release of life. My squirting sex was more like a gushing force as the streams arced across the bed...drenching everything including us... Since then, I have tried it twice with someone I trusted, but it never did get there out of their fear or mine. Equally so, I have respect for how dangerous breath play can be or how quickly it can go wrong. So it may be one of those things I never achieve again, who knows. In the end, I least have the memory recall for you  Song for your playlist: Breath Control Recoil “Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack 's reflection.” ― Lady Gaga  |
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