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Keywords: breath control, strangulation
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Breathless (M/F, gasping) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 28 Sep 2002 17:10:02 -0400
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This story was written by Ozymandius.  I (Damien) am posting it
by permission of the author.

Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story. 

First, there's sexually explicit stuff here.  If you're not old enough to
vote, go on to the next message.  Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group.  Gwan, kid, shoo! And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!

Second, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals were
harmed in the writing of this story.

Third, don't try this stuff at home.  You could end up dead!  Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA.  That's not counting
the rest of the world.

Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story.  If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing.  But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled while having sex, don't blame anybody but yourself.

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Summary: This story includes descriptions of a woman being strangled during
sex.  Non-lethal, consensual.

				Breathless
			Copyright 1995 Ozymandius


	The date had gone rather oddly.  We started off with small talk, 
but only managed a few words apiece each time.  Although dinner was one
of the best in town, neither one of us had the appetite to finish our 
meal.  It felt strange, after having built up to this date for over one
and a half semesters.  
	We sat in the car, listening to some classical music on the CD
player, and I broke the uncomfortable silence that had prevailed the last
half hour by clearing my throat, trying to say something. 
	She looked at me disconcertingly.  "Say something?"
	"No," I replied.  Even though the date was a disaster, she still
looked incredible.  Sheer black leggings covered her legs, those same legs
I got to see twice weekly during our dance class last semester; a short 
black skirt, and a navy blue sweater tight enough to tantalize, and low 
cut enough not to leave too much to the imagination.  A black choker was
wrapped around her throat, its mere presence causing a raging erection 
that had stayed firm throughout the night, even when the conversation was
silent.  
	Her beautiful brown eyes flitted at me.  "Oh," she said.  "I 
thought maybe you were trying to start another round of small talk."
	I chuckled.  Well, I thought, at least she still has a sense of 
humor about this... debacle.  
	She was still staring at me.  "Would you like me to try this time?
I promise I won't give in without a fight."
	Then both of us began to laugh in earnest, and I brought the car 
to a stop at a red light as the laughter began to melt the walls between 
us.  "Okay, let's.  Name the topic."
	"Sex."
	This floored me.  I had daydreamed about that very word, and this
very girl, since the day I saw her over eight months hence.  I approached
cautiously, hoping that I might at least salvage a hope for later, another
date, perhaps.  I swallowed.
	"Welllll... what about sex?"
	"Tell me your deepest fantasy.  No names.  Just the details."
	"Okay."  I pondered.  What game was she playing?  Did she know 
that my greatest fantasy, at the moment, was her in handcuffs, spreadeagled
on a four-poster bed, and all my favorite play-toys at the ready?  I was
about to speak...
	"Okay, let me start then."  She cut me off.  "I have this fantasy
of being restrained.  Totally helpless.  At the mercy of someone."
	I gasped, helplessly.  Ouch!  I was about to come in my newly 
pressed pants on that one!
	She continued.  "I want to be trembling, scared out of my wits, 
but through it all, excited and thrilled.  Something that will take my
breath away."
	That did it!  Now I was beyond the threshold.  I sputtered, "And
where would you like to do this?"
	She gawked at me.  "Wait a minute!  We're just talking, remember?
No expectations."
	I halted.  To the left, there was Dino's, my favorite ice cream
parlor.  "Ice cream, yogurt, custard?"  I said, trying to regain my balance.
	"Custard," she said.  I took a breath, pulled in, and saw that it 
was closed.  Not another person in sight.  I parked anyway.
	"Damn it!  I'm sorry."
	"Don't worry about it.  Why don't we just relax here and talk a 
bit more, then you can take me home?"
	"Sure," I said, defeated.  I felt she would never give me another
chance.
	"Anyway, I asked you about your fantasy.  So tell me.  Plain.  No
names.  Just details.  Go."
	I halted again.  Well, I thought, what the hell, she wants to 
know.  "Okay, I have this fantasy about someone in a four-poster bed.  
Handcuffs spreadeagle her helplessly.  Leather straps ready to do their
worst."
	"Ooohh, leather makes me hot," she said, and she meant it.  She 
leaned her head back, letting me see her supple neck.  How that leather 
would look good around that...
	"Ummm, whipped cream and nuts.  Let her know how it feels to be a
hot fudge sundae."
	"That's a bit old, isn't it?  Try something new."
	I reached.  "Okay, how about this.  I would lick my way from her
little toe to her forehead, then back down again.  Along the way, I would
kiss her nipples, stopping briefly at her clit each time."  She was 
starting to rub herself now.  It was working!  I kept going.
	"Finally, I would wrap her neck with a long leather strap, and as
I entered her, I would slowly increase the pressure on her neck.  When we
came together, she would be unable to breathe, and would pass out from the
ecstasy.  How's that?"
	She had gotten herself worked into such a frenzy that she didn't 
even hear me stop talking.  She just looked at me, her eyes turned into 
blazing lasers that cut me open at the crotch.  "Breathless, huh?"
	Suddenly, I understood.  She slid over to me, raising her skirt up,
and for the first time I saw that she wore nothing underneath.  She sat on
my lap, kissing my neck, and I went for her sweater.
	"Ah ah ah.  S..l..o..w..l..y."
	I slowed, kissing her adam's apple, and nibbling down to the point
of her v-neck, just above her bra, and back up.  As I passed her adam's 
apple again, she moaned softly.  "We don't have a leather strap, do we?
Guess you'll just have to make do with something else."
	I smiled.  She began to remove my tie, the one I bought especially
for this date.  As it slid out of my collar, she put it around her own 
neck, leaving it hanging limply over her shoulders.
	"Lock the doors."
	I nodded, pressing the lock button.  I also turned the stereo up, 
which was now playing Rhapsody in Blue.  The clarinet swooped up just as
I brought my tie around her neck once.  She looked at me.
	"What, nothing for me?"
	I grinned widely now.  She moved slightly off of my lap, and I 
undid my pants, sliding them down to my knees.
	"That's better," she said.  My hands, which were on her breasts 
just now, she removed from her chest.  She quietly took the ends of my tie
which was around her neck and put them in the palms of my hands.  She then
looked deeply into my eyes.  She kissed me, pulling my tongue into her
mouth, and slowly took my hands and pulled them toward her legs.  The tie
caught.  She stopped, then took a breath and let go of my hands.  She then
repositioned herself on top of my now diamond-hard cock, and slid down on 
top of me.  Both of us moaned lowly, but did not break the kiss.  She 
began to slide up and down on me, and I completely forgot about my tie.
She stopped, pulled back, and looked at me.
	"Breathless," she moaned.
	She kissed me again.  She began rocking up and down on my cock 
again, and this time I did not hesitate.  I slowly, slowly, pulled the 
ends of my tie up and away from her.  Her tongue locked as mine swirled in
her mouth, but she did not move.  I pulled tighter, continuing to kiss her
as I did.  Her tongue began to move again, but hectically, her breathing
becoming shallow.  She began to fuck me faster and faster, but now I felt
in control.  I tightened my tie in earnest now, pulling the ends as far 
away from her as I could.  Her breath became light, and I heard her begin
to gasp even as I kissed her.  I pulled harder, and she pulled away, 
leaning her head back, and I could see in the dim light the constriction
in her neck. 
	Suddenly I got scared, and began to loosen the hold on her neck. 
I thought she might not be ready for it.  But she looked at me as if she
were possessed, and screamed, "Do it!!!"  
	I pulled.  She let out a fierce moan, which turned to a grunt and
a wheeze as the tie caught again.  She began to bounce on me furiously now,
grabbing my shirt and leaning against the steering wheel, and I pulled.
I could see her neck beginning to change color as I tightened the tie, but
she smiled and gasped for more.  I pulled once more, and she began to 
whip her head around frantically, her hair flying everywhere, the air, my 
face, her face, the tie.  Suddenly I could feel myself losing control, and
I fought to hold on. 
	Suddenly, she locked up her entire body, opening her eyes, which 
were bloodshot.  "Don't stop until you come," she said dazedly.  Then I 
felt her juices flow over me, and she went limp.
	Just then I shot into her, the biggest orgasm I had ever had, 
again and again I shot into her.  When the spasms, began to subside, I 
quickly loosened the tie from her neck, and softly kissed her cold lips. 
I rubbed her face, her neck, and lightly slapped her cheek, trying to 
revive her.
	"How was that?"  I said.
	She wheezed, then coughed.  With a smile, she said, "So, how does
this compare with a four-poster bed?"
	I laughed.  "I don't know, want to find out?"
	She laughed, coughing as she did.  "After this, I wouldn't miss it
for the world."
	
To be continued



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The author would also like to hear about it.  You can write me and
I'll pass it on to the author.  Remember, feedback from the readers
is the only "payment" the author gets.

But if you think stories about people getting strangled or hanged, even
killed, during sex are icky and shouldn't exist, don't come whining to me.
Why did you read it if you don't like stories of that type?
-- 
A. P. Damien
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