So I went over to his place and we ended up having a really good time just watching the Miami Heat game and drinking beers. He even maintained total normalcy for the first half of sex; he definitely knew what he was doing. And he's one of those guys who are so big that they can just throw you around the bed, making you feel like a 110lb Barbie.
But of course, it would be too good to be true for me to have normal sex, so I wasn't the least bit surprised when his hands started creeping up to my neck. And before I knew what was happening, this mother fucker was literally choking me saying, "You don't cum until I tell you to cum. You hear me?" Like lets not get ahead of ourselves, pal. We should probably focus on breathing before we even think about orgasming...
Now I am a big fan of being dominated in bed. I am intimidating and bossy and demanding in all other aspects of my life, so it is nice to be thrown around a bit in the bedroom. But I don't think its too much for me to ask to just be able to maintain proper respiration. I eventually wriggled out of the chokehold and managed to change positions ("I'll flip you over when I want to flip you over. You hear me?"). After a few more minutes and a couple more over-the-top dominating comments, Hank finished and I politely walked him to the door. I'm not sure if I ever see him again, but I think he's the kind of hook-up where I should probably have my phone within reaching distance. And 911 on speed dial.
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