I was 21, in the midst of an intense hook-up with an ex, when I felt his hand pin down my wrist, taking caution before tracing up my neck. Not even just normal, it became craved. It introduced a whole new take on sex. Maybe it was the submissive action I, a typical control freak , was forced to comply with, or maybe it just kept me on the edge of excitement.
He seemed like such a nice boy. There had always been a subtle flirtation between her and the dapper, bearded year-old with the wicked sense of humour. One night he walked her home from their local dive bar. They made out in her doorway, eventually tumbling into bed, where they pawed at each other like crazed teens. They were having desultory missionary-style sex when he suddenly started choking her.
One of the common questions I'm asked, both as a woman and the Playboy Advisor, goes something like this: "My girlfriend is into choking. Choking is an easy way to have fun and explore with a partner, but there is definitely a safe way and a dangerous way to choke. Whatever you do, do not put pressure on the trachea.
In a frank exchange early in our courtship, I told my girlfriend that I have no kinks. Last night, my girlfriend placed my hands around her neck and asked me to choke her. My instant reaction was to say no, not out of any objection in principle but because I thought it might be dangerous in my inexperienced hands. Later I did comply, but I was definitely holding back. I dearly love my main squeeze—clever pun there, huh?