I wrote a poem about asphyxiation. She said “it took her breath away”.
She came to me, we kissed, and well, slowly over the next few days and weeks, she revealed all her other desires one by one. First the clamps, the paddle, her need to be pushed to the very limit of her sexual expression.
When she was pushed to her limits, her body a seething mass of pleasure. Her orgasmic call in the night, a primeval scream which captivates my soul.
Her only plea, on bended knee, that I don’t ever give away her identity and spoil our secret.
