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 ******************************************************* Author: Rubi du
Soleil Levant
Title: My Gift To You
Summary: A woman strangles for a man's pleasure.
Keywords: MF, strangling, consensual sex, implied snuff

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   My Gift To You by Rubi du Soleil Levant

   I am blindfolded.  You bind my wrists to the bedposts above my head. 
You bind my ankles similarly to the footboard.  My body is spread out wide
before you, my most secret parts bared naked to you.  You run a finger from
my throat down my breastbone, past my navel to my mound.  Your finger moves
around my sex and you hear a slight intake of breath as my tongue darts
across my upper lip.  Your finger moves down my slit, barely entering the
folds, and I moan.  My hips rise to meet your finger, but it is gone.  I
feel the bed move and then you are straddling me.  Your hands cup one of my
breasts and you lean forward and begin sucking on it, your hot tongue
darting out to tickle my erect nipple.  I moan and arch my chest upwards.
You bury your face between my breasts and take turns sucking one and then
the other, gently nibbling at my flesh as I writhe beneath you.

   You run your hands down my sides and along my ribcage to rest on my
waist and drive your prick into me.  A moan of pleasure escapes me and I
rise up on the bed towards you, prevented from meeting you by my
outstretched arms.  I feel you lean forward and your hands are upon my
throat, gently squeezing.  My breath begins to wheeze as the pressure of
your hands increases.  Dazzlings lights race across my vision behind the
blindfold and my body pulses beneath you, the rhythm of its movements
exciting you further.

   With each thrust of your pelvis into mine, you increase your hold on my
throat.  My body's struggles become more frantic, now in a full-out fight
to save itself.  Throwing your head back and groaning in pleasure, you ride
my bucking form as it squirms and writhes beneath you.  The lightshow
behind my blindfold increases, colors bursting across my vision.  I hear a
distant weak whistling noise and realize that the sound comes from my own
throat as it struggles frantically for air.

   I experience a series of orgasms then, my hips rising off the bed,
shuddering with pleasure, driving you deeper inside me.  I feel you pound
into me several times as you empty yourself into me, your hands so tight
around my neck that I'm surprised you haven't decapitated me.  My throat
gives three short, wheezing grunts, my body shudders, and I fall limp, my
body held up off the bed by the pressure of your hands around my throat.  I
can feel my tongue beginning to push its way out of my mouth and my heart
pounding in my eardrums, the pressure in my head unbearable.  Blackness
takes me as you collapse, spent, on top of me.

   My gift to you - my life for your pleasure.

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   Merci, Rubi *****************************************************