Lin's Request

I answer the knock at my door and it's Lin! Her beautiful wide open face filled up with smiles.

"Hi Michelle." she says, "Can I come in?"

I reply by opening the door wider and standing aside. For a moment I can't get my voice to work...it feels frozen in my throat. Finally I manage a single word, "Lin!" It struggles out of my mouth and I'm already out of breath, my heart thundering like a runaway train. She enters, her hand brushing along my forearm.

"You look pale, Michelle...feeling all right?" I can hear a subtle hint of sarcasm in her voice as a sly smile forms on her face.

"No, no...I'm OK, honey." I say, struggling to revive my composure. I pour some wine to do something with my shaking hands and drink it down like a shot of whiskey. I ask myself why am I feeling like this. It's only Lin, for God's sake, beautiful Lin, her face radiant and beaming, her ebony hair in disarray, making her look so sexy! My eyes lower to the open neckline of her blouse, the bruises on her ringless throat, having faded, are now just a memory. Does she leave it open for my benefit ...for my eyes and my lips, and maybe my fingers? The air seems thick and I'm filling up with desire.

We sit on the couch sipping our wine, her eyes on my throat each time I swallow.

"I'm leaving Kel," she says suddenly.

"Oh?" is my restrained reply. I hold back the urge to stand up and cheer.

"We just didn't get along anymore."

"Does she still squeeze your neck too hard, honey?" I ask.

"That's not it...and I don't really hate her or anything like that. I'm just sick of feeling like a trapped animal."

I didn't know what to say and we lapse into silence. The radio is still on the country music station that I was listening to this morning, and now I wished I had changed it. I walked over and turned the dial to something more contemporary.

"You don't like country?" Lin asks. "Not really," I reply, the lie sticking to my lips.

I sit back down and almost immediately Lin plants a tiny kiss on my cheek. She runs her small, soft fingers across my mouth and I feel a warm stirring coming from my clitoris. Her fingers are soon replaced by a pair of soft, full Asian lips and she kisses me more gently than any kiss I've ever received. Her tongue tastes mine as she gives me a more adventurous and lingering soul kiss. My index finger inadvertently makes contact with her neck.

"Would you like to choke me?" Lin asks in a small, faraway voice. I feel a flush crawl up my throat and bloom under the skin of my cheeks. Suddenly the room feels very hot. "It's OK, Michelle...I know you're into breath play..."

"I thought you didn't like strangulation, Lin."

"Well, as a rule, I don't but I want to feel your fingers squeezing my neck anyway. It's hard to explain. I've thought you choking me for some time now. I can't get the idea out of my head. It's like a vision...a picture charged with a particular longing." Those last words fall from her lips like a poem. She turns to me, connecting her eyes to mine. "Just don't kill me my darling...unless you simply can't help yourself." She smiles and my body starts to shake. Then lifting her head back, she exposes that butter soft throat that had already captured my heart.

"Let's go to the bedroom," I said, hoping she didn't hear the quiver in my voice.

Lin sits on the edge of the bed, looking like a little angel. I sit next to her, reminding myself that she's at least 18. She lifts her sweet, trusting head again and the beauty of her throat draws my hand. My touch is gentle, the tips of my fingers making little dents into her soft, smooth flesh. Her closed eyes with moisture like tiny teardrops clinging to her lashes, catches my breath. Her lips, barely parted — the vision of those soft, Asian lips, wraps my heart in joy. I carefully pass my pale hands around her golden neck as her own fingers reach for the pleasure garden which will soon be blooming between her legs. At first I give her throat some gentle pressure but she chokes a little and swallows. I can feel her delicate peach flutter like a trapped bird, struggling against the ring of bone and muscle of my hand and fingers, persuading me to loosen my grip.

"Sorry," she tells me when she's done. I resume the gentle squeeze and her pulse accelerates. I can't believe how beautiful her little throat feels in my hands. My fingers increase their pressure tentatively, careful not to damage her tender throat.

"Tighter, Michelle...squeeze tighter," Lin urges me. She reaches for my neck, trailing a single finger around my necklace of Venus, the one that connects the throat to the collarbone. There's a direct link to my clitoris from those Venus rings. I squeeze tighter and Lin's little body contracts. She turns her head from side to side, feeling the passion that strangulation can bring. The tip of her pink tongue peeks out as her mouth opens wider. I cover it with my mouth as her small fingers rise from tending her fragrant garden and hold on to my wrists. A red rose blooms in her face.

She climbs on top me, leaning her small throat against my palm and I allow her to press into it as hard as she wants, aiding in her own strangulation. Suddenly her firm and beautifully shaped ass flexes and lifts itself into the air as the come from her orgasm finds its way onto my belly, forming a hot pool. I climax too and as I do, I gave Lin's sweet neck an extra hard squeeze and then let go. Under the momentary influence of the additional pressure, her body becomes a brief flame. She lies under me again, still squirming, and I hold her body close to mine, her graceful movements facilitating my own orgasm. Lin's sweet cunt burns against me as we both come again and again.

Somewhat later I rise from the bed to close the blinds and turn on the light at the far side of the room. Sitting down before the vanity mirror, I look at my throat and touch the Venus lines encircling it, thinking about that day in the park last December when Lin put both of her little hands around my neck, and covered my face with her sweet kisses. I can still feel the impressions that her fingers made.

Lin lies on her back and I walk over to her sleeping form. Her beautiful, smooth throat is exposed...the erotic strangling has left no mark save for a little blush that's already disappearing. She has no Venus lines at all, just an even skin tone. I lie back, staring into the darkness, still thinking about Lin's hands around my neck and the erotic shudder they gave me. Strangling her was such a turn-on. I wonder if she would return the favor by strangling me. Think I'll bring it up in the morning at breakfast.