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   You would invite me over to your house for drinks after we'd spent a few
weeks flirting online, and I would accept.  I would fix myself up nice for
you, wanting to make a good first impression, so I'd put on one of my
sexiest dresses, maybe my tight, black, one shoulder minidress and black
pumps.  I probably wouldn't wear panties, because who wants visible
pantyline when they are trying to impress?

   When I got to your house we'd share a few drinks and eventually you'd
start to tell me about your kinkier side, and I'd become curious.  You'd
show me pictures of the women you'd played with before, telling me how much
they loved it, and how they kept coming back for more, and that would get
me even more excited.  In the end I'd beg you to show me how you play with
your girlfriends and you would happily agree.

   You would tell me to wait in the middle of the living room while you
went to your bedroom to fetch a few things, and you'd come back with a
skinny black necktie in your hands.  You'd tell me to place my wrists
behind my back, and I'd be nervous but excited as you used the tie to bind
my hands tightly behind me.  then you would stand behind me and run those
strong hands of yours over my shoulders, across my collarbone and up around
my throat.  I'd begin to breathe faster as I got even more nervous, but I'd
totally be into it, my pussy getting so wet just from anticipating how your
hands would feel squeezing my flesh.

   You would very slowly close your fingers together around my slender neck
until I suddenly couldn't take in a breath, and you'd keep your fingers
there, just barely cutting off my air.  I would try to relax at first,
because I would know that this is all just an erotic game for both of us,
but after maybe thirty or forty seconds i would begin to panic in spite of
myself.  You would tighten your grip slightly just to make sure I couldn't
wriggle free of your powerful fingers, and then you would pull my body back
against you so that you could really feel my struggling.

   After about a minute or so I would really be freaking out, my eyes
bulging wide and my face growing bright red.  You would whisper things in
my ear as you held me tight, telling me how sexy I was suffocating for you.
Even though my head would be spinning with panic, the words would go
straight to my excited pussy, making me even more aroused.  You would keep
squeezing as I lost my footing, my legs starting to kick wildly beneath me,
one of my shoes falling off my feet, and my skimpy black dress would ride
up over my thighs to expose my wet pussy to the air.

   Just when I felt like I couldn't possibly take another second of this,
you would loosen your grip, keeping a hold of my neck, but lightly, just
enough to hold me up as I began to swallow down air in desperate gulps.  As
oxygen rushed back to my brain I would collapse backward into your arms,
and you would very gently lay me down on the carpet, stroking my cheek as
its color slowly returned to normal.  Then, just as I would open my mouth
to tell you how incredible that felt, you would surprise me by covering my
lips with your palm.  I would look at you, confused, not understanding
that, for you, the game wasn't over yet.

   You would allow me two or three sharp breaths through my nose before
reaching down and pinching my nostrils shut with your free hand, and
suddenly I wouldn't be able to breathe again.  Though my body would already
be exhausted from struggling before while you choked me, I would still find
the strength to squirm, albeit weakly, against the floor, so to make sure I
couldn't get away you would climb up over me and sit on my tummy, pinning
me to the rug.

   As the seconds turned into minutes, my bucking and kicking would begin
to slow, and my eyes, which had been wide with terror, would begin to
relax. All the while you would be looming over me, gazing down into my
eyes, not even blinking, you're so focused with concentration.  My head
would be swimming, my ears buzzing, and I wouldn't be able to think, to
focus on anything at all except your face.  The last thing I would be able
to see before I succumbed to permanent blackness would be you lowering your
lips to kiss my forehead.  The last thing I would hear would be your heavy
breathing in my ear.  And then I would be gone.

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