Autoerotic Asphyxiation Is Fun
I love that term, AutoEROTIC Asphyxiation. Chocking, gagging, hanging, suffocation, call it what you will, have you ever thought about it? Fantasized about what that inexplicable moment before death is like? I have and I must say playing and teasing with it has now become one of my favorite sexual pastimes. I might be a newspaper headline at some point but fuck it, I will have gone out having a really shit hot (imagine the BEST orgasm you’ve ever had…and multiply it by 100.) orgasm, so I can be happy with that!
Have you ever even thought about ending your own life? Would you go out in style or quietly and painlessly? Drug OD in a pool of your own vomit but with a nice open casket so everyone can bleat about how nice you were? Or blow your fucking head off with a shotgun? Smash the ideals and have everyone talk about what an asshole you really were?
I fantasize a lot, about all kinds of random, and sometimes, very weird shit.
So I, (and call me a suicide fantasist or whatever), sometimes think about my end. How will it happen? Would I ever have the balls to start a cult-like Charlie Manson, go on a rampage and really try and teach the world ‘something’, or even come up with some inane idea like Facebook or the retractable hose and somehow change the world in a different way where I deserved some amazing dramatic death?
Probably not! So I, in a perfect world, and after much thought, would prefer my life to end around the ages of 75-80, give or take, in the throes of one of the amazing orgasms I have discovered since delving into the world of auto asphyxiation. (Although I must say 75-80 is very optimistic, I’m pretty sure I’ll die in a bike/car crash WAY before that, fingers x’d!!)
The first time I tried it was by accident. I was 13 and with a MUCH older man. As he roughly fucked me he held me underneath him and placed both hands around my neck “Say goodnight bitch” he growled as he squeezed his fingers together and I realized, for the first time, that he wasn’t playing. As my world grew black and I struggled and clawed at his hands, I felt the relentless pumping thrusts of his hard cock stretching my young pussy and I realized, at the same time as fighting for my life, a massive, adrenaline-fueled orgasm building inside me. I felt myself begin to come just as I left consciousness, and during the time I was passed out it felt like a million years could have passed, but in reality, it was a matter of seconds.
I came too in two senses of the word.
As he released his grip on my throat and allowed me to gasp in a desperate lung full of air, my brain clicked back into function and I regained consciousness, when I regained my senses I was shuddering into the best, dream-state, body enveloping orgasm I have ever had. The best way to describe it is having a really lucid dream, and when you come to, that few seconds before you really regain full awareness, is just pure joy.
If you want to know more about Autoerotic Asphyxiation, please call me, but if you want to try it before, DO NOT DO IT ALONE. Just ask Michael Hutchence or David Carradine…
