I’d been talking to this guy on snapchat for a few weeks. Let’s call him Liam. We had messaged back and forth throughout that time about our sexual likes and dislikes. We kept running into scheduling issues when it came to meeting up, but finally Liam’s roommates were out of town for the weekend and he invited me over.
When I arrived, he led me through the living room and into the kitchen. He offered me a drink. I said yes. He poured two rum and cokes. I took mine and carried it to the sofa, where I could tell he had been watching Netflix. Liam and I sat down next to each other. He asked permission before resuming an episode of “The Office,” and I was honestly so relieved that he happened to be watching one of my favorite shows.
We sipped and watched the rest of the episode. (It was the trivia one, if you’re wondering. We also watched the one where Robert has a “last hoorah” at his house and Andy loses his family engagement ring in the pool.) Soon I found myself nestled into his side with his arm over my shoulder. He gently grabbed my chin and tilted my face towards his. We kissed for the first time. It resembled a game of tug of war between our lips. Our hands roamed each other’s thighs. I could see Liam’s bulge through his jeans. I pulled my slobbery mouth off of his and got down on my knees facing him.
I impatiently unbuttoned his jeans and looked at his cock in my hand. With my hair falling over the side of my face I leaned over and began stroking him with my tongue. Not much time had passed before my own body was pulsing in anticipation for the night ahead. We stood up, and Liam grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.
Once in his bedroom I immediately got onto the bed and kneeled so we were facing each other as he stood at the foot of the bed. We made out like this, and then I felt myself being pushed backwards towards the mattress. He had one hand holding my face and the other moving up and down my hip and thigh, eventually finding the waistband of my leggings and slipping inside. He pulled the fabric down and slid his hand between my legs. “I’m so wet,” I whispered into his mouth. His fingers moved along my clit, down to my vagina, and back again. As I rested my head on the pillow behind me, he curled his hand inwards and I could feel his fingers slide into me. I gasped and pulled his face towards mine to show him, with my lips, how good his hands felt. His fingers pushed upwards against my gspot over and over again. My body was rattled with pleasure.
Liam looked into my eyes and asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted him to fuck me. He grabbed me by my hips, flipped me over onto my stomach, and pulled my ass towards him. He teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his dick. I couldn’t see anything since he was behind me, and my pussy throbbed more and more with the anticipation of him inside of me.
He laid a hand on my lower back and thrust himself into me. My hands clenched the sheets beneath us. I let out a deep moan. He went slow and deep, slow and deep, before slapping my ass and then beginning to thrust with more speed. The pressure on my gspot in this position was sending waves of pleasure across my body.
All of a sudden he stopped, stood up off the bed, said “I’ll be right back,” and left the room. I stayed right where I was and removed my shirt and bra. I didn’t even turn around to see him when he came back, but I heard a jingling of some sort. I felt him get back onto the bed behind me. He pushed my body flat onto the mattress with my legs closed. I could hear the noise of a plastic cap opening before feeling a liquid being poured onto my freshly fucked parts. Now that I was covered in plenty of lube, Liam leaned into me and started fucking me ‘prone bone,’ as they call it.
After a while we needed a quick break. We laid next to each other on our backs and waited for our heavy breathing to become less heavy. Once we had cooled down he got on top of me and pinned my hands down next to my head. “Do you want me to choke you?” he asked. I didn’t open my mouth but nodded yes while looking into his dark eyes.
I’ve always enjoyed a light choking during sex. Usually this consists of my partner being on top of me and putting a hand gently over my neck. Sometimes with a little bit of pressure. Liam, however, grabbed my throat quite firmly while pounding in and out of me. I could feel his thumb and middle fingers pressing against my carotid arteries and windpipe. My body wanted to let out moans of pleasure but my voice cracked with the lack of air. He let go.
“Was that too much?”
“No, I liked it.”
Liam jumped up and grabbed something from the nightstand. He pulled my arms so I was sitting upright. I kept my body relaxed so I could enjoy observing whatever he was doing. He got close to me, our chests basically against one another. I leaned into him as he took one of my hands and put it behind me. I could feel him wrap something around my wrist before doing the same thing with the other one. My wrists were then cuffed behind me.
No longer able to support myself with my own arms, Liam gripped my shoulders and lay me back down. I looked at his face and could see that he knew what he was doing and what he wanted. I could also tell that he was careful and cautious to make sure I was comfortable and pleased. I bit my lip thinking about how badly I wanted to be fucked again.
He got back on top of me. Again, he put his hand around my neck while fucking me. He didn’t take his eyes off mine. The longer his hand stayed pressed on my throat, the more my eyes begged to close. I could feel the blood building in my face. I couldn’t move my upper body or make a sound. But I knew that if I gave a signal he would stop immediately. It was a paradox of being utterly helpless yet completely in control.
He removed his palm from my neck and let me breathe. Air felt so good returning to my lungs. Blood rushed into my head and made my entire body tingle. After a few moments I gave him a look that signified I was ready again.
“Keep looking into my eyes so I know you’re not going to pass out.”
I nodded. He pressed his forearm across my chest and gripped my throat again. This entire time he had been thrusting in and out of me, at varying speeds, the feeling of it getting better and better. He loosened his hand over my windpipe and instead put more pressure on the arteries on the sides of my neck. I could breathe. But my brain started to get fuzzy. My eyes were really struggling to stay open. Everything felt so good. I desperately wanted to just close my eyes and let the moment wash over me.
Liam didn’t let that happen. As soon as my eyes were shut for more than two seconds he lifted his weight off my throat and chest. I wanted it again right away. But even though I knew he was experienced with choking, I was not, and I wasn’t sure where I was comfortable drawing the line. It suddenly occurred to me that this was essentially a stranger, and although we had built a lot of trust between each other I figured I should take a pause and not let things get too crazy on our first hookup together.
I told him I really enjoyed being choked but I had had enough of it for the moment. We kept fucking, still him on top of me. I could feel the soreness of my neck and chest start to build. It turned me on to think that I might even have bruises to remind myself of it. Sweat from his forehead dripped onto my cheeks. I liked knowing that he enjoyed giving me an amazing time even if he broke a sweat. Eventually I asked him to cum inside me, and after a while longer he did do exactly that.
Frankly, we were exhausted afterwards. My entire décolletage was sore. Liam looked incredibly sleepy. I gathered what strength I had left, put on my clothes, and let him walk me out.
I had various bruises on my neck and chest for the next four days.
I can’t wait to see him again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7eg1k9/do_you_want_me_to_choke_you_fm