*Everyone in this fictitious, fictional story is well over the age of 18.*
*Trigger warning: This story involves a woman being choked by a man. This is consensual and done with lots of communication and setting boundaries beforehand, but please be aware this might be triggering for some readers.*
It began with a conversation, a very open, honest conversation that was only possible because of the trust these two had built in the time they'd been dating. Leslie knew that she could tell Joe absolutely anything and he would listen, openly, patiently and without judgement. She loved him for that and for that, and for so many things he did... Mostly, she loved him for who he was.
"A few years back, I was with this guy and he had this incense burning in his apartment. I wasn't even paying enough attention to realize it was affecting my breathing. Didn't notice until I thought about it after the fact.
"So, we're having sex and when I had an orgasm, I started coughing really hard and kinda choking."
"Oh no," Joe immediately looked concerned.
Leslie was quick to reassure him, "No no. I was fine. Well... I mean I was choking, but it ended up being fine. So I'm gasping for air and the guy is totally panicked cause he doesn't have a clue what to do. Takes me a minute but I'm finally able to catch my breath and things go back to normal."
"I'm so sorry that happened, Sweetheart."
"Thanks, Handsome... Here's the thing... I kinda REALLY liked it. Like I came SO HARD. It was... It was amazing. One of the best orgasms I've ever had and I've never forgotten how intense that felt."
"Huh." Joe sat, contemplating and absorbing it all. "Are you telling me this because that's something you want to do with me?"
"How would you feel about that?"
"Well..." He always tried to give a thoughtful response when they discussed important things. "Honestly it scares me a little. Not scares me that you would want this... I'm scared of the idea of hurting you."
"Sweetie, I wouldn't even be talking to you about this if I thought there was a chance you might hurt me."
They talked through the whole thing beforehand, knowing how crucial it was to communicate fully. Joe wasn't willing to try anything until she'd had at least a full day to think it over, plenty of chance for her to change her mind. The result was that she spent the entire day in eager anticipation. She was thrilled to try something new. The hours ticked by until Joe finally got off work. By then, she was practically bouncing with giddy excitement. She had her lips locked with his before he was even fully through the front door. He pulled away long enough to drop his things and take off his shoes, then they rushed to the bedroom.
Leslie was on her back with Joe's hand between her legs, his fingers sliding easily into the hot moisture of her soaking wet lips. He leaned down, sucking tenderly on her bare nipple. Her hands reached up, gripping his hair tightly as his tongue worked her breast.
"God, Baby. You feel so good. Oh SO Good!" She didn't last long with him there, fingering her clit. The pleasure rose so quickly. When she felt her orgasm close, just as they'd discussed, she leaned in to whisper, "NOW, Baby!" The sound came out in a huff of exhilaration.
Still rubbing her clit, Joe leaned back. He placed his forearm against her neck. They'd both agreed that putting a fist around her throat was too far beyond either of their comfort levels. He was putting pressure on her, impacting her breathing certainly, but not remotely hard enough to risk crushing her windpipe. He pressed lightly, not about to put his whole weight on top of her. It was perfect, exactly the right amount. Her eyes went as wide as the moon.
The climax of pleasure covered her entire body. It hit her with an absolute intensity she'd never experienced before. She obviously wasn't looking at a clock but it felt like the sensation lasted for hours.
Eventually, she reached a hand up to his elbow. He was already pulling away from her the instant she tapped his skin. They'd planned it this way very deliberately. He gave her plenty of space as she gasped for air, but she immediately threw herself at him. She clutched his torso with both arms and buried her head in his chest, keeping her nose and mouth uncovered. He resisted the impulse to hug her back, fearful that he might inadvertently trap her if she was trying to pull away from him.
His eyes were glued to the ceiling while he waited patiently, feeling her heavy breathing against his chest. It was an eternity before she said, "Fuuuuck that was intense."
She lifted her head, wearing the expression of a soldier who'd just run through a war-zone. He studied her dazed face, searching, "Good intense?"
She laughed through her panting, "Oh-ho-ho yeah! That was amazing."
"Something you're... gonna want again?"
"Definitely NOT all the time. I could NOT handle that very often."
Joe nodded absently. In truth, he was a little grateful to hear that. She went on, "I'll need some time to think about that. I probably will want to again, at some point. We'll talk about it then, Okay?"
He kissed her forehead, "Deal."
She nuzzled into her man, resting in safe, satisfied contentment, "Thank you for making me feel so good."
They were in bed a while longer before they both decided they were hungry. They got up and had dinner. It was a few hours before they came back to sleep, but neither felt the need for any more sex that night.
It was a full day later when Leslie, sitting on the couch next to Joe, eagerly declared, "It's your turn!"
"My turn for what?"
