Smothering

I enjoy some forms of edge play. I love to reach inside a mind and fuck with it. I love the reaction when a knife is pressed against unsuspecting skin. I love fire. However there is a form of edge play that I do not engage in: Suffocation.

I have an issue with anyone touching My neck. I need to always know that I am able to breathe. If you try to grab Me by the neck you will most likely find yourself with a throbbing headache because I will fight My way out. The most effective way that I have found is a quick punch to the face. I am not boasting or bragging. I am simply saying that I can NOT engage in any form of denial of breath. I will not do to others that which I am not able to do to Myself.

So that being said, I am now engaging in Smothering.

Funny old world, eh?

My husband and I have sex, a lot. A lot-alot. We push each others limits. Well mostly I push limits, but occasionally he pushes back. Recently he has been pushing his own and by doing so, pushing Mine.

It started a few weeks ago. I was on top riding My way towards My 5th orgasm of the evening. Now after I've cum a few times I get a bit weak in the knees. So when the 5th orgasm of the night ripped through Me I found Myself collapsing forward. Where I settled ended up with My tits pressed quite tightly into My husband's face. I am sporting some Dolly Parton sized boobs and when I looked down I saw that his face had completely disapearred beneath My bosom. I freak because My husband has serious closterphobia. I don't want to send him into a panic attack so I try to pull Myself off of him. However, to My suprise he snakes his arms around My back and pushes Me even further into him. Then his hips start bucking and he rides Me from beneath. After a few seconds he cums yelling into My breasts.

You know Me, I am a communication slut so once he regains his breath I begin checking in to make sure he is ok. Once I am sure he is fine he tells Me that he really enjoyed it. I ask why and wasn't it closterphobic. He told Me that he didn't know why. It was an in the moment thing and no his closterphobia didn't play up. He said he liked the feeling of being enveloped by My tits, of not being able to breathe, of being able to open his mouth and have My breasts fill them. He also made the point that he would not like it to be folded into our regular sex life, but maybe on special occasions we could give it another try.

Flash forward to the next night. This time he is on top riding Me like a rodeo and what does he do but face plant into My tits.

A week later we are fucking and I have My hand wrapped through his hair. On impulse I grab him roughly by the back of the neck and press his face into My breasts. Immediatly the intensity of the bucks of his groin doubled. He was jackhammering so hard I felt it in My teeth.

So O/our "once in a while" thing had turned into a fairly regular occurance. Not every time but it is getting to be every other or so. It's not for very long but it is signifigant.

Last night after he tore up My pussy W/we were enjoying the afterglow and talking. I told him I couldn't believe this was something he was into. He said he couldn't either. And he brought up a point I had not thought of before. I enjoy a very similar form of what he is enjoying now. I love when I lay down on the bed, he gets atop Me and shoves his cock all the way down My throat till I can't breathe. I just love the feeling. So indavertantly I have been lieing this whole time by saying that I do not involve Myself in suffocation/breath play. I enjoy it. My husband enjoys it. It's a good time all around.

Having said that I would not enjoy this with anyone else. I trust My husband implicitly and that is what it is all about.

But oh, isn't it fun!Especially when something you have conicdered as off limits suddenly becomes an option. Woohoo!!!