Pornofan420
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Breath play
Back when we were much more active in the BDSM scene, my future wife and I were at a party in Seattle in the basement of a BDSM-friendly cafe' called "Beyond The Edge" (I hear now sadly defunct).
One couple playing that night were a huge, barrel-chested bear of a guy with a thick but trimmed black beard and his sub, short, curvey in all the right ways, with long straight black hair, wearing nothing but a pair of black silk panties. They were quite a pretty pair.
At one point during the evening they got into a little breath play. He was sitting against the wall in a chair, she sitting on his lap. Slowly, his right hand moved up and covered her mouth and nose as he leaned back and hugged her to him, her last inhale soundling willing, but not eager.
I remember seeing her eyes close slowly in a gesture that to me read as "I will not freak out, I will not freak out..." He was whispering gently in her ear, what I could not hear, but I could tell he was intoning soothing things to her.
Not that they seemed to do a damn bit of good because after a few seconds she began to bounce with a fidgety energy in his lap. Moments later, her eyes shot open. The show had begun.
Unable to keep her hands on her lap, they shot up to her face in an attempt to bat his away from her mouth. He had a firm, practiced grip on her that kept his hand clamped down firmly while allowing a surprising ammount of writhing.
And writhe she did. I remember her eyes wide open with a frantic look, verging on panic as she squirmed in his lap, tried to turn her head to the side only to be denied by her lover's grip. I remember seeing her heavy breasts sway back and forth somewhat violently as she fought, and fought hard. There was what looked like real panic in her eyes. Not the sort of "I don't trust this guy I'm with, he may do me harm" energy, but a plain lizard-brain level animal response of "NO AIR, ENGAGE FRAK OUT MODE". One could hear the faint, pleas that escaped his hand, muffled and desperate. Her tiny hands tried to pry his comparably huge paw away from her mouth but to no avail.
[Just remembering this and typing it, I find myself both hard and holding my breath]
Finally, as she arched her back and madly flailed her arms out like a drowning woman who can see the surface but who's still somehow held just beneath the surface, with much of the room watching, he splayed open his hand and she gasped, urgently, sucking in as much air as her lungs would take, crying out and collapsing into his lap, then just panting there.
They went through this routine several more times and each time I thought it was one of the hottest things I'd seen all night.
Safe? Probably safer than a carotid choke. They were a longtime couple and experienced players, so I wasn't about to tell them what to do.
Hot? I still jerk off to that image. Maybe I should write it up as a story.
Personally, I do a lot of breath play fantasy, but not a whole lot IRL, with the exception that when I'm going down on my darling wife and I'm under the covers, I do like to hold by breath for as long as I can while I'm licking her.
Back when we were much more active in the BDSM scene, my future wife and I were at a party in Seattle in the basement of a BDSM-friendly cafe' called "Beyond The Edge" (I hear now sadly defunct).
One couple playing that night were a huge, barrel-chested bear of a guy with a thick but trimmed black beard and his sub, short, curvey in all the right ways, with long straight black hair, wearing nothing but a pair of black silk panties. They were quite a pretty pair.
At one point during the evening they got into a little breath play. He was sitting against the wall in a chair, she sitting on his lap. Slowly, his right hand moved up and covered her mouth and nose as he leaned back and hugged her to him, her last inhale soundling willing, but not eager.
I remember seeing her eyes close slowly in a gesture that to me read as "I will not freak out, I will not freak out..." He was whispering gently in her ear, what I could not hear, but I could tell he was intoning soothing things to her.
Not that they seemed to do a damn bit of good because after a few seconds she began to bounce with a fidgety energy in his lap. Moments later, her eyes shot open. The show had begun.
Unable to keep her hands on her lap, they shot up to her face in an attempt to bat his away from her mouth. He had a firm, practiced grip on her that kept his hand clamped down firmly while allowing a surprising ammount of writhing.
And writhe she did. I remember her eyes wide open with a frantic look, verging on panic as she squirmed in his lap, tried to turn her head to the side only to be denied by her lover's grip. I remember seeing her heavy breasts sway back and forth somewhat violently as she fought, and fought hard. There was what looked like real panic in her eyes. Not the sort of "I don't trust this guy I'm with, he may do me harm" energy, but a plain lizard-brain level animal response of "NO AIR, ENGAGE FRAK OUT MODE". One could hear the faint, pleas that escaped his hand, muffled and desperate. Her tiny hands tried to pry his comparably huge paw away from her mouth but to no avail.
[Just remembering this and typing it, I find myself both hard and holding my breath]
Finally, as she arched her back and madly flailed her arms out like a drowning woman who can see the surface but who's still somehow held just beneath the surface, with much of the room watching, he splayed open his hand and she gasped, urgently, sucking in as much air as her lungs would take, crying out and collapsing into his lap, then just panting there.
They went through this routine several more times and each time I thought it was one of the hottest things I'd seen all night.
Safe? Probably safer than a carotid choke. They were a longtime couple and experienced players, so I wasn't about to tell them what to do.
Hot? I still jerk off to that image. Maybe I should write it up as a story.
Personally, I do a lot of breath play fantasy, but not a whole lot IRL, with the exception that when I'm going down on my darling wife and I'm under the covers, I do like to hold by breath for as long as I can while I'm licking her.
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