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Waiting to Exhale

Contrary to popular belief, I haven’t had as crazy of a sex life as it may seem. And while I’m pretty open to trying new things, there will be no “what-what-in-the-butt,” and the “craziest” place I’ve got it on so far is sooo nowhere near crazy it’s not even worth mentioning. But one thing I have tried out this past year that I am extremely fond of is erotic asphyxiation.

Yes, a bitch likes to get choked in the bedroom.

Slow your role now. This doesn’t give every man I meet the green light to go Boston Strangler on me. Matter fact, if you automatically assume I’m down I’m slapping you. Closed-handed, and definitely not in that kinky way you like it. But, with the right person in a comfortable relationship? Oh yah, I’m a fan.

I’m sure some of you are WTFing me right now, and I don’t blame you. I touched on this subject before but never elaborated on it and there’s actually a scientific explanation behind it all. I swear I’m not just some freak of nature! When there is a lack of oxygen to the brain it induces in a semi-hallucinogenic state called hypoxia that when combined with orgasm, gives you a rush similar to cocaine. And sweetie, I am all ayo for this kinda yayo.

But biology aside, there is just something about a mans strong hands around my neck with the perfect combination of force AND tenderness that drives me fucking bananas. I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself a masochist, but I definitely want my man to wear the pants in the bedroom … even if they won’t be on for long.

Erotic asphyxiation is not for everyone and you should never do something you feel uncertain about just for the sake of pleasing your partner. But for those who are curious or open to trying something new? Handle it. Done with just the right amount of pressure, at the perfect moment of climax, it can have you feeling so good you’d swear you just seen Ghandi. I’m getting all choked up just thinking about it.

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