Erotophoria

I have a confession for you.

My neck is sore, and not from studying! Last night I got tied up and tossed around like a rag doll by a cute little Asian woman with very skillful hands. Over and again, I aimed blows at her face with my battle hardened fists, yet I couldn’t land one. She’d dodge my quick strikes, wrap herself around me, and drop me face first onto the floor. And, as if my attempts to break her body with the force of my own wasn’t enough, she’d encircle her arms around my neck, causing asphyxiation, like a python squeezing the life from its prey before a feast.

Don’t think I’m complaining. I enjoyed every moment. Even though I hurt now, it was worth it.

Its finals week for this California, college hippie, and during hectic times like these I relish in consensual, aggressive fun with people I trust. And pleasurable pain through practicing martial arts is my chosen way to release tensions.

I’m sure this is one more reason why my friends often describe me as a tad bit “unusual” but I enjoy the abuse. There’s a certain intimacy that develops between people who knowingly give and receive pain to one another in a way that’s both respectful and desired. We can tie each other up with our limbs, force each other into submissive postures, wail on muscle hardened flesh and otherwise do things to each other we couldn’t get away with on the streets - and all with the feeling that we’re helping one another.

I especially enjoy aggressive play with this sexy and petite Asian chick. When she wraps her arms around me, presses her petite breasts into my back and squeezes my neck between her arms until I’m forced into submission, I often get aroused. I can’t help it. It’s an exhilarating feeling to be in such a vulnerable position, yet still trust her with my life. Even though we’re fighting, and so I’m supposed to resist until I’ve been beaten, I enjoy getting lost in the moment by giving up complete control of my breath to this skillful young woman.

It’s not all fun though. I do have one problem with this often arousing relationship - this misleadingly small bodied woman, with iron hands and a vice-like grip, is an outspoken lesbian. And her often aggressive reactions to my flirtatious personality don’t help my awkward attraction.

Even though she’s not a character in my recent, and just slightly exaggerated, little piece of auto-biographical eroticism, my lesbian bitch sex story, she is the reason I felt compelled to share. It was because of her forceful hands, which are skillfully adept at giving me pleasurable pain, that I was inspired by nostalgic feelings.

While discussing my recent lesbian bitch sex story with Simon, owner of The XLog, an adult blog I like to frequent, I mentioned my appreciation for asphyxiation. The dark lord of fetish sex agreed that my not-so-innocent little kink is an especially flavorful one, and being the connoisseur of painful pleasures, he turned me onto an article about erotic asphyxiation.

If you didn’t catch the link before, and you’re considering breathe play, Click Here to read more about safer practices when performing erotic asphyxiation. This is not a request. Erotic asphyxiation should not be done without a few guidelines.

For those of you who already know the pleasures of breathe control play, here’s a tasty little treat for you: some pics of a boss lady rough handling her submissive gal.

Also, if you wonder why I describe Simon as the Dark Lord of Fetish Sex, it’s because he always seems to know about every kind of kink you can find at places like The Fetish Club.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to rub a peppermint aroma, herbal balm into my neck before I scamper off to bed, perform another kind of relieving rub, and fantasize about an angry lesbian bitch.

Pleasant erotic dreamings,

~Virgohippy

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