“I have something to tell you.”
“Not now, Josh, my neck feels awful.”
“It’s not Tetanus.”
“What else? You already joked about wrong position.”
“Well, it has something to do with why I don’t want to turn the light on when we do it.”
“First of all, I’d like to tell you how much I love you.”
Last week I was checking my reflection on the mirror. I was strangling myself. Right when I felt I was going to black out, I stopped. As the purple strangle mark felt awfully hot, I felt tears in my eyes. My vision was finally getting clear, my tongue stopped popping out, my brain thumping, as my lungs gasping breath, I felt pleasure. The problem was, I knew that was not enough pleasure.
“I love strangulation.” That look on her face. Fingers fucking crossed. “I also love you.” I slowly undo my buttons, showing her my purple neck. “My strangulation means love. I swear.” Blue, you’re a shape formed by mystic majesty. Blue, you’re closer than her neck, Blue, you’re something to suck for. Blue, you turn this woman gaspin’, Blue. I’ll get you, Blue, I’ll paint you on my and her body, Neck her, get close to her neck, strangle it, Blue, let’s see the way she needing oxygen. Goodbye Mystical Blue, I let you dissolve just so I can see you later today. Mystical Blue, don’t fuck me up. She is checking my neck. “I strangle you on your sleep just because I love you.” Fuck. “You’re not going to leave me, right!?” She is running so fast, I can’t even catch her, “I’ll fucking let you smother me if that fucking makes you forgive me!”