I think I will always remember the first time someone grabbed my throat while we were in bed. I don’t remember too terribly much else about that night. I was a teenager. I was probably drunk. I was madly infatuated with the man I was in bed with. At one point, I reached up to touch his face. He grabbed my hand, and then pinned both my wrists down on the pillow…

…and my heart skipped a beat. My whole nervous system suddenly charged, like a live wire. Did you ask me if I liked that? I don’t remember. But if you asked, surely I said yes.

My legs locked around your hips. Your hands locked around my wrists. I was lost, completely. And then you released one of my hands, but before I knew whether to reach out to you, or keep still, your hand was at my throat.

If my nerves were a live wire already, that was a lightning strike.

Suddenly nothing existed but the flesh beneath your hand and beneath your hips. The universe, reduced to a few square inches of my skin. A zen master could not attain such obliteration of self. I was not lost. I was found.

I thought I would come like that. The heel of your hand weighing heavy against my collarbone. Your fingers reaching around my neck. The web of your thumb pressing against my throat. My breathing in gasps out of excitement as much as need. But then your hand moved again.

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I’d been reading the craigslist personal ads for shits and giggles, looking to see how many of the men posted photos of their cocks in their ads. One in particular caught my eye … half hard, with an aluminum can next to it, as a favorable comparison to its girth. I shrieked with disbelief, and showed it to my sister, who agreed it was preposterously huge.

“I know a girl who fucked a guy like that … she said it was EXACTLY like fucking a goddamn beer can!” We laughed, and made jokes about sending him to meet someone with a horse.

Then I saw an ad, no photo, entitled “Dom Male seeks true Sub female – m4w – 29″. It said, “I’m not heavy into pain but I am heavy into pleasure.” I wrote back, intrigued.

As I drove to meet him on the army base, my heart pounded and my throat was dry. I pulled my truck into the vistor’s parking area, and sat for a moment, as wildly aroused as I was terrified. I almost turned around and left.

We’d been corresponding by email and IM since I’d answered the ad. I’d asked him to send a photo, and he sent a snapshot of a huge man standing next to a truck, bald and smiling. I sent him a link to my flickr self-portaits.

I asked for a photo of his cock.

He sent the beer can photo I’d seen on craigslist.

A week and half later, I was laying half naked on my truck’s bench seat, parked on a snowed-in back road on an army base, and he shoved that massive cock up my ass.

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