By Grace Wood-Morris, experienced choker who knows you want it
THERE’S nothing better than the feeling of two warm, strong hands obstructing your windpipe as you approach climax. So why are men so reluctant to be choked?
Picture it. You’re making sweet, beautiful love. Yet when the angel astride you gently reaches down to place exquisite, sensitive pressure on your neck to heighten your pleasure, what do you do? Freak out.
That’s what I’ve been through with so many men. A close-minded refusal to confess they want their airways compressed means they’re not achieving the satisfaction they could from sex.
The censorious say I should discuss it with them beforehand. Er, no. First, this is a perfectly normal sexual act. Second, it takes away the spontaneous spiciness. Third, men feel too much societal pressure to say no.
Despite knowing they want to, and their lustful looks at my long-fingered stranglin’ hands, they don’t have the courage to admit their desires. That they’re gagging for a restriction of oxygen just as they’re about to get there. The pussies.
Occasionally men suggest choking me and I have to explain that no, I’m not into it. That it’s primarily a male fetish to see their lover’s smiling face looming over them as they lose consciousness.
And if they want me to stop, they only have to tell me. Using their eyes ideally, as coherent speech when they’re experiencing new heights of ecstasy can be tricky.
So men, stop lying to yourselves and get out there and get yourselves choked. I’ll be in the Tamworth area from about 7pm on Friday.
