Luckily She Understands

It started when I was about 15, my girlfriend Linda and I experimenting daily is her basement before her mom got home from work. Linda was pretty, but big. We met in church so we learned together. Kissing, feel ups, fingering and eventually hand jobs and tit fucks. During one hand job, as I was motorboating those big fat tits, she grabbed my head and held my face between them, basically smothering me. As I started getting a little lightheaded, I shot my load. It hit her face and hair, the couch and the wall behind her. That little wet hand towel she had ready was nowhere near enough to clean up. She laughed and we joked as I headed home.
Over the next few months, even after we started fucking, she knew I would blast if she just covered my nose and mouth. With her hand, her tits and even her belly rolls, I would lose my shit. Eventually we broke up, and I never mentioned it to any of the girls I dated until years later. My girlfriend of several months and I had a good sex life and watching some porn together we started talking about our secret turn ons. Hers was she wanted to be in charge, so I explained my issue. It was on! Carrie and I were messing around and she was on top during a 69 when she slid down a little and parked her ass on my face. I couldn’t breathe, and she would wait until I was trying to push her up and she’d lift for a split second and drop down. She spit on her hand and sat up and said she wasn’t moving until I came.
Next thing I knew, I was laying on the bed exhausted, nasty headache and Carrie telling me I blacked out when I nutted. She also said I shot a huge load.

Now, after 2 years married, our sex life is fantastic, she really researched things and I trust her implicitly. Erotic asphyxiation for me and her domme tendencies really make us happy.

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by Anonymous on Sep 17, 2025 at 12:45 AM

I've always loved erotic asphyxia, and gladly 'suffer' from claustrophilia - opposite of claustrophobia, obviously, and had a real hard time finding sex partners of either gender, any age, weight or appearance, but luckily am financially comfortable and able to buy 'stuff' and even high-class pro's to enable this weird addiction. Then I lucked onto a VERY unpleasant woman, twenty years my senior, not physically attractive, and aware of it, but verging on nymphomania and sick to death of 'solitary sex' who sighed resignedly at my account of MY needs, and said "I'm desperate enough to try anything, as long as (a) this bag of yours has two openings - one at the mouth and one allowing my use of your 'manhood' and (b) you can delay your climax enough for me to get off, on it totally under my control. I realize this makes me a "controlling bitch" but too bad, take it or leave it!"

I took it,, and married her, so she can keep me in a horrendously expensive rubber bag, and fuck my brains out via a well-placed zippered opening, as long and as often as she wants...Gawd I'm so LUCKY! This is one marriage that WILL last, since I'm amenable to anything she wants...

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