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I recently learned that in the 1700s, “choking” was used as a medical procedure to cure erectile dysfunction. You idiots will go to all lengths to get that dick hard, won’t you? Who needs oxygen to the brain when you could have a stiffy? Of course, I sort of understand how after you’ve tried it once, it can become addicting.
Those strange tingles it causes, and how everything around you fades into the distance, so all you can focus on is the sensations in your body. Once we start treating your limp noodle with Francie’s tight grip around your throat, you’ll become my little gasper for life.
My Little Gasper
So you’ve never tried before? That’s okay; I promise you’ll like it, even crave it after I’m done. Let’s take your pants off and have you sit down. You admitted that lately, you just can’t make your prick stand up, and even if you manage to get a slight erection, it fades quickly. Aging sucks, doesn’t it? But who wants to try to pop pills to get hard when the timing is just never right?
Imagine I’m sitting beside you, dressed in sexy lingerie. How could a man look upon me like this and not instantly be hard? Yes, I know it brings you such shame that your dick doesn’t work like it used to. Lean back into the couch as one hand grips your uselessly limp cock and the other hand teases my fingers along your throat.
Don’t be afraid. I won’t let you pass out; we’re just going to get very close. The web of my hand presses against your throat now, not tight or hard. Definitely not crushing your windpipe like you thought would happen. Just my delicate, warm touch leaning into you. Your cock twitches, and we almost have life. My thumb presses along the side of your carotid arteries, and with the lack of pressure pulsing through the veins, your cock pulses and stiffens as you gasp. There’s my little gasper!
Oh, I’m not done yet. Just because you’ve achieved an erection doesn’t mean it will stay. My fingers open to allow flow, and my other hand strokes slowly to encourage the pleasure, making you even harder. Again my thumb presses in, and you wheeze through the next few gasps. Stiffer and harder, you grow for me. There we are. That’s what I was after. Now I can use the hard-on I’ve created.
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