Okay, maybe I’m late on this, but I recently started to discover that there are quite a few woman out there that are into choking during sex. Yes, I said choking. Yes, I’m serious. Yes, I’m talking about women of color.
Just last week my homegirl Stacy was telling me about how she and her beau enjoy a little aggressive neck play. Last year, I briefly dealt with a sister who confessed that when my hands briefly grasped her neck during the act of making love one hot night, that it really turned her on. The first time this unique fetish came to my attention, though, was about a few years back.
Her name was Nicole, she was a slim shorty I had met through a mutual friend and we’d chitchat on the phone every now and again. She was cool and seemed innocent enough, but during one flirtatious conversation she confessed, “I like being choked.”
“I like when a guy chokes me during sex.”
“Nah, it really turns me on. What, you’ve never choked a girl before?”
“Wow. You should try it, you just might like it.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Boo. Don’t be a spoiled sport.”
“Whatever, I ain’t trying to get caught out there like that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I start choking you and then you call the cops on me, like, ‘Oh, Mr. Police Man, he attacked me…’ Sounds like a setup to me and I ain’t going out like that.”
“You’re silly. I’d never do that to you.”
“I’m serious. Truthfully, I’m getting wet just thinking about you choking me now.”
“Oh, really… That’s, uh, interesting, but I still ain’t choking you.”
FLASH FORWARD a few months. Nicole was bored or something and decided to troop all the way from Brooklyn to come check me in Queens. I had cooked earlier so I made her plate of food when she got there. After that we watched a movie, talked and listened to music. As it got later, we both started to get tired. I looked at the clock and it was about 1:30am and I asked, “Do you want me to call you a cab?”
“Is there one nearby?”
“Yeah, right up the block. It usually takes like 15 minutes.”
“Okay… You know what, though? I’m too tired to hop in a cab right now, I’ll just catch one in the morning.”
“Uh, sure, no problem.”
Nicole goes to the bathroom to freshen up, while I head to my bedroom to change into my nightclothes. I scrounge around my drawers for a pair of sweats and a T-shirt for Nicole to sleep in, but I soon discover that that won’t be necessary.
Moments later, Nicole steps into the room wearing a long, form-fitting nightie. I still have no idea where the hell that come from. (Seriously, do women carry everything in their handbags?) Wherever the nightie came from really didn’t matter, because clearly this was a woman with a plan.
After a little more talking, we finally headed to bed and Nicole laid her head on my chest. A few minutes later, I leaned in for a kiss and it was on—even though she fronted for a bit. (Fellas, don’t you hate that?) So we’re making out and feeling each other up, yada, yada, yada. After a healthy dose of foreplay, I look down at her and ask, “Are you sure?”
Nicole nodded in agreeance and I reached for my stash of condoms. Soon after I started to slowly ravage her body, I got a flashback of our phone conversation from months earlier, where Nicole confessed that she liked being choked. She actually brought it up a few times since then, and I’m all about trying my best to please whoever I’m with, so I figured why not give it a try.
I rolled Nicole on top of me so I’d have the freedom to let my hands explore her body and test the limits of her choking fetish. First, I worked my hands up her ample hips and slowly glided them up her torso, grasping her firm B cups. After I’d had my fun with her perky casaba melons (sorry, I watched Coming to America the other day) I eased my hands up to the bottom of her neckline. Still gyrating on top of me, Nicole moaned the instant my fingertips grazed her throat. I rubbed my thumb gently across the front of her neck as my other fingers slowly coiled around the back and I drew her closer to me. She opened her eyes and whispered, “Don’t stop.” Based on the way she was thrusting herself even harder on top of me, I was more than willing to oblige.
Although I had never choked someone before, I already knew not to take things too far. Somehow, it all just came naturally to me. I exerted enough power in my grasp to convey my dominance over her, but still managed to maintain my gentle touch. The combination was euphoric for Nicole as her moans got louder and more intense. Her overall reaction excited me to the point that I couldn’t take this lying down anymore. I grabbed Nicole by her slim waist, lifted her off my engorged manhood and tossed her to the side. I slapped her on the ass and she instinctively knew right then what I wanted.
Switching to all fours, Nicole arched her back like a cat in heat. I fiddled with her wetness and then eased myself back inside of her. Once situated, I reached out for her neck and pulled her closer to me. With my right hand wrapped tightly around her throat and my left fondling her nether region, I gnawed at the exposed portion of her neck. With each thrust I made, I squeezed at her neck even harder, always mindful of not hurting her. The only pain she would feel from me tonight would be pleasurable. The more pressure I applied to her throat, the harder she threw it back on me until her legs began to quiver and I felt her walls tightening around me. I held out for as long as I could until finally we both climaxed at the same time.
When it was all said and done, I collapsed right next to Nicole on the bed. Taking a minute to catch our breaths, we laid there for a moment in the afterglow. Finally, Nicole broke the silence with a giggle.
“What’s so funny,” I queried.
“I thought you said you didn’t like choking?”
“I didn’t, but then I tried it and I think I like it.”
Have any of you ever tried choking during sex? How did you like it? How’d you even find out that it was pleasurable? If you haven’t ever done it before, would you ever try it? Why or why not? What’s the freakiest thing a partner suggested you try in the bedroom?
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