I am a 26-year-old gay guy with a strange fetish. Mine feels like it’s the strangest one out there, because I’ve never read anything about it anywhere. Consequently, I’ve always felt embarrassed and ashamed about it.
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There are several issues at work here that you could address. I’m not really quite sure what it is I’m asking for. –The End Eater
And look on the bright side, TEE: While your fetish is rare, you’ve got one serious advantage over guys with similarly rare fetishes–e.g., guys with a boner for dress socks or guys who want to have pies smashed in their faces. Fact is, TEE, there are an awful lot of people out there who are into breath control, the fancy fetish term for choking, suffocating, and/or smothering someone during sex. (Please note: Breath control is an inherently dangerous, varsity-level kink, and anyone interested in it should at the very least google it and read about the hazards it poses.) All you need is to find a guy who’s into you, into breath control, and willing to use white bread to cut off your air. Compared to finding a guy who’ll splatter pies all over his sheets, that should be a cinch.
(2) You doubt one girl would be willing to provide seven $15 pills to her friends? It’s obvious that our social spheres have been widely different, SM: I’ve been to parties where rich girls freely shared drugs worth thousands of dollars. The idea that someone might pass out a measly hundred-odd bucks’ worth of drugs to a group of friends seems entirely plausible to me.
