Nasty freak is what I am. Why? Because I never say no. I like being abused and used. That is why I hooked up with Carl this weekend. He likes to get freaky. I met him at a fetish club a few weeks ago. He accidentally broke my nose. He felt awful, but I loved it. I was thinking we could get rougher this time. We dabbled in some erotic asphyxiation before, but I was hoping for some all out suffocation this time. Not my first experience with asphyxiation, but never taken it to the extreme. I just love it so much. Carl was pounding my ass while squeezing my throat. I could feel myself starting to black out. I can’t explain the euphoria I experience being choked as I fuck. I can feel my eyes bugging out. I can tell my face is turning blue from lack of oxygen. Even though most people would be in pain, I am aroused. My nipples are hard. My pussy is wet and I find myself wishing that Carl might squeeze a little too long and do some permanent damage. I’m a pain whore. I can’t get off unless someone is doing some serious damage to me. I don’t just mean rough anal. I want to be choked, slapped, cut… Get the picture. Carl wasn’t going as far as I wanted him to go, so I baited him. Sure fire way to get a guy to go rough on you is to make fun of his sexual performance. Once I got mouthy, he got aggressive. Tossed me down on the ground, clenching both hands around my throat as he punched me in the stomach. The pain was intoxicating. I woke up naked, tied to my dining room table, black and blue with whore written on my face. Now that was more like it.
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