Hands around the neck. This blog post says exactly what I feel. Magic.
Last night in bed I wondered aloud….what is it about having his hands around my throat that catapults me over that edge of sexual desire and excitement?
Does the fact that this excites me so much make me crazy, sick or perverted?
My Dom looked over in that sweet way he does, and reached over to grasp my throat in his strong, warm hand. “So,” he said, the deep timber of his voice a perfect compliment to my soft gasp, “tell me what this feels like.”
I lay under his hand my heart racing, gently arching against the weight at my throat. No matter the time of day, or where we are, when he puts his hand on my neck a fire ignites at the apex of my thighs.
It’s the possessiveness of the gesture, I am his. When he stands behind me as I kneel at his feet and…
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