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| As far as I'm concerned, there's no greater feeling than that of a hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing harder and harder. I love breath play of kinds, the more transgressive the better. A special favorite is blacking out to a blood choke only to regain consciousness with a man inside me, using me roughly while I struggle to regain my bearings. Nothing else comes close to the intensity of that experience. Nothing.
So, are you into breath play? Email me and tell me your thoughts and experiences. Pretty please! I'd really love to hear them. And who knows? I might learn a few things, and maybe make a few new friends along the way.
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