[F]irst time cli[m]axing from choking

|*Not a very recent story, but I hope you all enjoy!

If you want to avoid some spoilers (albeit small) I don’t recommend reading the rest of this paragraph. However if you want to understand a little bit of background before you read, this should help. I usually leave this part out because I feel like I already have so much build up and this is supposed to be a sexy story. Conversations of rules and boundaries are not fun and sexy. They aren’t interesting, but they are important. Prior to this story, my boyfriend and I had discussed that I have a fetish where I like to play with him while he’s asleep. He and I set one major rule along with some general boundaries. That rule is that there will be no actual vaginal penetration. He also has permission do the same things to me while I’m asleep with a similar set of rules.*

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I still haven’t figured out to make it any more clear that my boyfriend and I have very mismatched libidos. Everything about him turns me on so easily. I don’t know what it is that really gets me when it comes to him, but something is different. We were friends for a long time before we were together and I had always wanted more from him. Being shy and inexperienced with relationships and sex in general, I was always too afraid to tell him how I really felt. Obviously, eventually something happened between us that resulted in our current relationship. Now, more than three years later, I’m starting to find that my sexual interests go a little further than I thought and that he wasn’t exactly what I expected. In all the stories I’ve written, I don’t think that I’ve ever described him. I’ve described myself a couple times (short, brunette, apparently increasingly large C cups, etc.), but not him. The truth is that when we have sex I get so into it, I don’t even think about how he looks most of the time. He becomes this sexually charged energy with flickers of skin, hands, neck, chest, and more etched into my mind. I think this is why I’ve never thought to describe him before. He’s tall with lean muscles, potentially the most intelligent person I’ve ever met, and to be honest, while he is very attractive, the way I paint him is a bit less average than he probably is. In my eyes, he’s always been more than that. When he teases me and dominates me, he becomes someone else. He’s intense. His scent is sweet and his skin is hot. I get lost in him and the thought of getting him into me in a bit of a different way.

Unfortunately, I like to have sex much more frequently than he does. This has caused some severe frustration on multiple occasions. If you’ve read any of my other stories then you know how irritated I’ve been with him and how much he enjoys to tease me. Sometimes I get a little desperate. Sometimes I can’t take his rejection. So.. sometimes I take advantage of him in his sleep. He knows it’s happened and knows it will happen again. I’ve posted about it before so I won’t go into detail right now, but I will say that I have gotten less and less lucky in those situations. I wait too long, get too worked up, and don’t keep enough control of myself to avoid waking him. I’m too careless. This has caused a new problem where mentally I’m prepared to play with him in his sleep until he cums and instead he wakes up and I’m forced back to my lonely side of the bed. I’m not exactly sure why he reacts the way he does (it’s the same whether he was asleep first or not). All I know is that it gets hard sometimes. I find myself too easily aroused and simple things get me going. He’ll go to stretch and his shirt will raise just a tiny bit and I’ll be able to see his waistline and that’s enough some days. Sometimes I think he deprives me just to get me to this point. Then I realize there’s no way he can know just how easily I’ve been getting hot. I don’t do anything about it most times so he’s none the wiser. I hate his rejection.

I don’t always need actual sex to feel better. Often times just playing with him, kissing at his neck, giving him head, whatever I manage to do is enough for me. I just need a little bit to relieve some of the sexual tension that’s been building for god knows how long. A few nights ago, I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. He was asleep and I had been fidgety all night. Now was as good a time as any. If my moving around wasn’t waking him, I could definitely do something. Suddenly I was arguing with myself, but why? He knows I like doing things like this. He’s woken up before and continued on to really fuck me. What’s the big deal this time? I tried to resist my own urges, but it had been so long since anything had happened between us that it didn’t take long for me to give in. I let my hand find it’s way under the blankets until I felt his boxers. I carefully rubbed along his hip, testing the waters before diving in. Slowly, I moved my hand over his dick. He was already a little hard. I massaged him until he was completely hard. The longer I laid there, gently playing with him through his boxers, the more I wanted him. All the frustration and the tension became this intense driving force. I felt my temperature rise and my heartbeat increase. It was such a sudden rush of desire that it became hard to think clearly. I no longer felt like I wanted him. No. I needed him. I needed more.

Without thinking, I sat up and straddled his legs, still trying to maintain enough level headed thinking not to wake him. What was I going to do? What should I do? I want everything, but I can’t. I can’t while he’s asleep. We agreed that I wouldn’t do that again. Ugh why did I agree to that?? My body almost tingled with desire. Every breath was shaky and shallow as I looked him over. His bare chest, his neck. I needed to feel his skin against mine. Having gotten in the habit of not wearing a shirt to bed, I was already so close. I climbed forward and let myself press against him. At this point I was being a lot less careful than I thought I was. He woke up.

“What are you doing,” he half grumbled, saying my name as he told me to stop. Hearing my name brought a conflict of emotions. I wanted him. I needed him. I didn’t want to upset him. I didn’t want to force him. I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. I wanted him to want me just as badly as I wanted him. I had to make him want it too.

I stood my ground and he started to gently push me off, deciding to beg as my hands frantically ran across every inch of him they could find. I was still straddling him and had moved backwards so that I was straddling his legs again. Having never been very good at acting sexy, I decided to just do or say whatever came to mind. “Please,” I begged in a quiet, breathy voice, “I really want you right now. I want this.” Before I realized it, I had ducked under the blankets and started kissing down his hard shaft through his boxers. His hands had followed me, grabbing my arms in an attempt to stop me. A tiny moan escaped my lips as I continued to kiss. His body became rigid and his hands gripped my arms differently now. “Please,” I said again, breathing heavily as I fiddled with the waistband of his underwear. As un-sexily as possible he sighed, “fine.” Fine? Fine?? Whatever. I don’t have time to care about that right now.

With his help, I moved his boxers out of the way to reveal his hard cock. Deciding to continue the apparently effective method of not thinking and just acting, I put the tip in my mouth, let my tongue play with it for just a moment as I squeezed with my hand, and then removed it so that I could lick up and down the length of his shaft. He must have been feeling impatient because he grabbed his dick and guided the tip back to my mouth. I took him in and felt a wave of satisfaction as I started to suck and lick him. I was moaning already. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and took control. Instead of me bobbing my head, he was thrusting into my mouth now. Lately I had noticed he seemed to like gagging me and I knew it was coming. Normally I didn’t enjoy it, but tonight I wanted it. He would push himself more deeply to the back of my mouth and throat for a few strokes until I would gag just a little bit. Then he’d let up and I would more furiously suck at his hard cock, flicking my tongue around as I began to lose myself further. My breathing was heavy and I was moaning more and more as the pattern of gagging and relief continued. I felt him getting close to finishing, but I desperately needed air. I managed to pull off of him and loudly attempted to catch my breath between moans. He decided to finish himself. His hand was rapidly pumping in a way I never could. Without warning he released my hair and his hand found my neck instead. The closer he came to climax, the tighter he gripped my throat. I couldn’t catch my breath. He was gripping too hard. Unable to control myself, I gasped and moaned in his grasp. I wanted more. My hand found his, gripping in an attempt to convey I wanted more pressure. He understood and squeezed tighter. My muscles rippled. I felt a wave of pleasure and with no sexual contact from him at all I felt myself climax. I felt the cum rush from me in a way I never had before. I had never been so wet. Releasing my throat, his hand pushed my head down next to his cock as he continued to pump. His body stiffened and I knew this was it for him. He pressed my face against the tip of his swollen cock as he blew his load across my face. I moaned as I felt his hot cum move across my cheek. This was new territory for me. I had never liked the idea of him cumming on my face, but tonight I found myself thoroughly enjoying every way he was pushing me.

I never told him that he made me cum that night. He might know, but I honestly think he doesn’t. Since then I’ve kept it as my own little secret to relish whenever I catch myself having dirty thoughts. Today I decided to share it with all of you because I just can’t keep it to myself.

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