In past relationships i had always been scared to try new things. Scared of sex, scared of irreversibility. But this year all i have been afraid of is all the “what ifs”. I decided that I wanted to try everything once. And that’s how it started.
I was bound by rope, and had my pussy played with by his strong fingers, struggling to hold back my moans. We were meant to be quiet but i was lost in euphoria, and he was left with no choice. Before i knew it i was being choked and told to shut the fuck up. I tried as hard as I could but the playing just got more intense. He finally entered his hard cock into me and my eyes rolled back. Feeling my lips grip around him, tightening as he thrusted into me. I could feel myself starting to cream as i moaned out. His hand still wrapped around my neck. His eyes staring into mine.
“I warned you.” He swiftly reached to his side and grabbed a wet towel from the counter. It was placed over my nose and mouth, making my breaths impossible to reach. The cold water on my face shocking me as he continued to take what was his. My body was in bliss but my lungs were burning up. I was desperate for air, but all I could breathe in was water. Right before I was bout to pass out he’d remove it; letting me gasp for just a moment before he put it right back over my face. He went back and forth as he played with me. Watching what he was doing to me, until the pleasure slowly took over my body and i knew I was about to climax; tightening around his throbbing cock as I lost all control. He thrusted into me even harder, his hand back around my neck as he overstimulates me. With one last thrust he releases himself in my pussy before making out with me once more. Moaning into each other’s mouths, his cum slowly dripping out of me.
So.. yes. I recommend breath play.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lff9ez/the_wet_flannel_f19