I have been pondering this for awhile.
I’ve come approximately 10 times in the past 3 days. Not all my doing, as paradoxical as that sounds, since I have been by myself every time. Or perhaps perfectly normal, depending.
But that is besides the point. I had one of those body and mind freezing orgasms. I’m sure you know what I mean. Where time stops, the groin seems impossibly hot and is getting hotter, where breathing just doesn’t seem that important anymore.
Yeah, one of those.
And in the shuddering aftermath, as I lay curled in a half-fetal ball and basking in the endorphins, I wondered about breath play.
Erotic asphyxiation has always been one of my few hard limits. It is his as well.
But I wonder if that is softening now for me. I have experimented with breath control – how fast, how shallow or deep, my breaths are – to see how it affects masturbation and climax. This was after reading about how the manner of breathing can vastly change those sensations.
There is no denying the danger inherent in such an activity like breath play. Maybe that’s what intrigues me.
Or maybe I’m just a thrill-seeker, looking for the next biggest high.
An endorphin junkie.