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Originally Posted by LordEden
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Which leads to my semi-funny story. I had a random booty call in college. Nothing special about her; ok looking with a real country personality. One night after we finished off a bottle of Jack together we went to my bedroom to have sex. Normal sex shit until I was getting ready to finish. She was riding me and doing her best to get me off. At this point in my sex life, I didn't know I held my breath during orgasm. She noticed this and when I was about to come, I said something. For the life of my I don't remember what I said, but she heard, "Choke me". She threw her hands around my neck started choking me. I went from shock to orgasm pretty fast, as I was already at the breaking point right before she did it. I had an amazing orgasm but the second the wave was over. I threw her off of me. I got pissed and threw her out of my room, made her sleep on the couch. I acted like I was just pissed for her putting her hands on me, but really I was freaked about someone doing that to me, I DID NOT trust her with my life.
She left early in the AM but not before making me breakfast and leaving it in the oven for me. Left me a note saying she was sorry. Next three days she blew up my phone calling me, trying to apologize. I was having none of it (I was going through my "girls like an asshole" phase) and ignored her. On the third day there was a card and a bottle of Jack on my front porch. The card was a generic "Sorry we had a misunderstanding" type of thing. Guess hallmark doesn't make a "Sorry I choked the shit out of you during sex" card. I knew she was sitting out in her car waiting to see if I took the bottle. I saw her get out of the car and start walking up the steps to me. My best friend/roommate stepped outside and picked up the bottle of whiskey. She walked up to me and asked if she could come in. I told her "Only if Josh invites you in, I'm leaving." I dropped the card on the ground, then got in my car and started to leave. I see my roommate hold up the bottle and make the drinking motion to her. Right before I got in my car I yelled, "Watch out man, that bitch will choke the life out of ya." Her look was one of complete horror and embarrassment.
I still feel bad about that one, she was a nice girl.
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Geesh, what a story! It must have hurt her pretty badly as well, if she worked so hard to apologize.
I rank choking up there with blood play: can see how it could work for other people, but I have no interest in trying it anytime soon.