There is a time, a brief second, okay maybe 30, when I squeeze your neck so tight and your oxygen drops to nearly nothing.
You enter a new level of subspace. You are no longer grabbing my wrist to tell me to choke you. You are at peace. Then you grab my wrist to tell me to release my grip.
I personally don’t understand this or desire it, but I see the beauty in it. You left earth. You just got sent into orbit.
You are hardly even here with me right now.
You are somewhere else.
I love witnessing this. I love guiding you through it, with care, but with anger nonetheless. This is one of the best moments we have. You have.
You are so sexy in this state.