Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (5)

Posted on June 27, 2022 by riwa

Coming July rewards

A story about the mud sisters.
An aquaphile’s confession.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
An old West gallows show.
The losers are dispatched in a drowning tournament.
Glass Tub Trio (illustrated by JustPaul).
A wife’s fetish.
Training the desert-dweller.
A dream about a mother and daughter at the club.
Another Whittaker Manor chapter.
And a couple of bonus stories I’m thinking of throwing in.

May stories/rewards will fall off at the end of June to make room for July rewards.

Want to play a game of hide-and-seek with your elderly mother in Walmart? Here’s how you do it.

Drop her off at the door so she can make her way to a motorized cart. Park your vehicle in a spot as close to the door as possible so she will not have far to walk when you leave. Go in and fetch something first (in my case, that would be my prescriptions). Take your meds back out to the car. Go back in and start searching for your mother. Start at one end of the store and work your way toward the other end, hoping she will not double-back on you. Remember the coat she is wearing, as there will be other shoppers in motorized carts. It would be best if you did not go up to one of them and hug them from behind without first making sure she’s your mother.

Cheap entertainment on a Saturday morning.

Thank you so much for being my patrons. And be careful out there. It’s starting to get crazy.

Posted in Riwas Reads | Leave a comment

Loretta’s decision 4.4 (96)

Posted on June 25, 2022 by riwa

“I’m so glad you could come over,” she told me as she sipped her coffee. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this. But you’re the last one on my list.”

I asked, “What do you mean?”

“I’m tired of the whole thing. I just want to end it all.”

“You’re not serious, are you?”

“I sure am. Want to see just how serious I am?”

She got up and led me into the living room. What I saw shocked me. Loretta had never shocked me before.

She had a noose all set up in front of her bay windows, the curtains drawn for the night. A simple wooden chair was underneath, a set of handcuffs lying upon the seat. I looked up to see some sort of pulley system attached to an eye bolt in the ceiling.

“Damn, Loretta. I never thought you’d take it this far.”

“You’re not going to try talking me out of it, are you? Because it wouldn’t do any good.”

I shook my head. “Damn, woman! I can’t believe you!”

“It’s true. I’m hanging myself right after you leave.”

“You wanted me to see this before I left?”

“I wanted you to understand.”

“I’m not sure I do. Why would you show this to me? Unless you wanted me to stay and watch, or something like that.”

We both paused for a long moment. Then she looked at me kind of funny. “Do you want to stay and watch?”

Her question caught me by surprise. “Well, I…” Then I had to think about it.

“You know, I’m not sure.” But a part of me was strangely stirring, a shameful part I hadn’t counted on.

“You’re not sure? You mean you might want to stay and watch me hang after all?”

“Well, I…” Did I really want to admit I was becoming aroused by the idea?

She shook her head. Then she smiled and laughed. It occurred to me I hadn’t seen her smile in weeks. It had been even longer since she’d chuckled.

“Men. I can’t believe you sometimes.”

“We are who we are.” Then we both got quiet again.

I don’t know what made me think it. Did it really matter? But for some reason I just had to ask.

“Are you, uh… are you going to hang in those clothes you’re wearing?”

“Why do you ask?” She paused before adding, “Wait a minute. Are you saying you want to watch me dance naked?”

“Now I didn’t say that,” I stammered, my damned appendage trying to stiffen in my pants.

She laughed again. “Fine with me,” she agreed with a dismissive wave. “I’ll get naked for you, if that’s what you want.”

“Do you really want me to stay? Is that why you’re offering to get naked for me? You know, I can stay either way if you prefer.”

“Oh, I know how you guys think. I don’t mind getting naked for you, especially if it will encourage you to stick around.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“Oh, but I insist.” Now she was becoming playful. I kind of liked it.

There was another awkward silence. It occurred to me she might want more out of me than just to stick around and watch her final minutes. So I quietly asked, “Would you like to be intimate with me before you hang? I’m willing to do that if you wish. I know as friends we’ve never had sex together. But I’m willing if you are.”

Her smile faded. She sadly shook her head. “It’s not necessary. Besides, I don’t think I’d be a very good lay. I haven’t been intimate in years. Hell, I’m not even sure the plumbing works anymore.”

“You might change your mind once you wrap that noose around your neck. You might even like something inside you while you’re hanging.” Now why the hell would I say a thing like that??

She gave me a wry smile. “Like you, you mean?”

I blushed as I stammered for a reply. She smiled as she gave me a dismissive wave… “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Then she paused to think it over.

“You know? I’ve not experienced any kind of sexual pleasure in a long time. But it sure would be nice if I could give pleasure to someone else before I go… someone special.”

“You mean me?”

“Who else would I be referring to at a time like this?”

For a moment I was deeply touched. Then she smiled sheepishly at me. “Are you sure you even want to stick your dick inside me? I might be kind of dry.”

“Wouldn’t that make it painful for you?”

“No more painful than this noose I’m about to wear.” She reached up and grabbed it for emphasis.

“Touché.”

She thought about it for a moment. Then she smiled coyly. “So would you like to stick your dick inside me while I’m hanging? I’m already going to be hurting. By then it probably won’t matter much to me. Hell, it might even feel kind of nice, having one last intimate moment with you. Although… I’m not sure how fucking someone in a noose could be considered ‘intimate’.”

“That’s not the only thing to consider, Loretta. What if I cum inside you before you die?”

“You think you might?” She sounded genuinely surprised at that.

“It’s possible, I suppose. If you’re squeezing from the pain, I might enjoy it enough to shoot a load deep inside you.”

She gave me another smile. “That might be kind of fun. But I see your point.”

She waved me over to the couch. “Give me a minute? Have a seat; I’ll be right back.”

I went over and sat down on the couch while she left the room. It got me to wondering what the hell had gotten into me. That’s when it occurred to me Loretta really didn’t want to hang alone. Was it going to make her feel better if I remained and watched?

All this talk about fucking her in the noose felt wrong. But she certainly seemed interested in giving me some sort of pleasure as a parting gift. How could I possibly say no to her? After all, she said she was committed. I was pretty sure she was going to hang herself, with or without me.

She was gone about ten minutes. She returned wearing nothing but a terry cloth robe. In her hand was a pair of latex gloves which she handed over to me.

“I don’t want your fingerprints on anything involved with my hanging. And I added a few more words to my note on the computer. I thanked you for the intimacy and that it made me feel special, although it didn’t change my mind. That’s in case you leave any incriminating evidence behind…”

“Like fingerprints? Or cum in your twat, perhaps?”

“Something like that.”

Her playful smile returned. I wished I could have made it come out years ago. Maybe she wouldn’t have been reduced to this.

She looked me up and down. Then she said, “Well…?”

“Well what, Loretta?”

“Are you going to get undressed? Or are you just going to pull your pants down and fuck me in the noose? After all, I’m nude under this. I think you should be as well.”

“You really want to see me naked?”

“Why not? You’re going to see me nude, aren’t you?”

I smiled. “Just a sec.”

I stood up and quickly got out of my clothes. My dick was shamefully hardening from our discussion. It felt good letting it out of my pants and briefs to breathe free.

She looked at it and smiled. “Not bad. I should’ve fucked you long ago. It’s too bad I’m not going to enjoy it very much.”

I thought about her potential dryness and the pain she might experience. That was funny, considering she was going to be in agony once she couldn’t breathe. So I asked, “Would you rather I didn’t?”

She looked at me and smiled as though reading right through me. “You know? I always got the impression you were willing to fuck me. But neither one of us ever brought it up. After a while, I figured the important parts just wouldn’t work anymore. By then, it was sort of too late. I never thought about it again.”

I nodded as I looked at the chair and the cuffs. She saw what I was looking at and picked them up, fingering them a lot. It made me think to slip on those latex gloves she’d brought out.

She hefted the cuffs in my direction. I walked over to her, a questioning look in my expression. “Here. You’ve got the gloves on now. Would you be so kind as to do the honors? Cuff my wrists behind the back?”

“Right here? Right now? Are you sure?”

“You’re damned right, I’m sure!”

She paused for a moment before reaching up for the noose. “Wait. First, I’d better get my prints on this too while we’re at it.”

I waited as she touched the coil as much as she could. Then she brought her arms behind her back. “This is so you’ll enjoy the full experience. I see your cock hasn’t softened much. It’s kind of making me feel all nice and gooey inside.”

I smiled at her as she let me cuff her wrists behind her back. I looked up at the pulley. Then I asked, “Do you want the chair, Loretta?”

“Not anymore. The pulley will latch once you pull me high enough.”

She paused as she suddenly thought about it. “You’re right,” she finally said. “Better help me up onto it. I probably need to leave some footprints on the seat; right?”

I nodded as I helped her up. She stood upon it and adjusted her position until she was facing the noose. Then she inhaled sharply as though the magnitude of the whole thing had finally gotten through to her.

I saw her hesitancy and spoke up. “Changing your mind, Loretta?”

“Just noose me up, damn you!”

I nodded as I reached up and looped the noose around her neck. That’s when I realized her blonde hair had been immaculately styled. She’d really gone all out for this.

“When did you go to the beauty salon?”

“Yesterday. So nice of you to notice.”

“I’m a guy. We don’t always pay attention to things like that.”

I snugged the coil tight behind her left ear. She stiffened as she inhaled sharply. It seemed she was trembling a little.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this? You haven’t passed the point of no return yet. I can always take you back down, Loretta. You’re free to change your mind if you want to.”

“Woman’s prerogative, right?” Then she looked me right in the eye and said, “Not a chance.”

She looked down at my throbbing erection. I blushed as she smiled at me. “Besides, it certainly doesn’t look like you want to change your mind about watching me hang to death naked. Am I right about that?”

“Don’t mind my reaction, Loretta. It’s your hanging, remember? You’re entitled to rethink your decision.”

“Maybe so. But it’s your pleasure I’m seeking to enhance. This old body can’t do much these days.”

“Damnit, Loretta! You look quite well for your age! You have really nice boobs. The wrinkles are not too bad just yet. And I see you even shaved down below. Did you do that because you wanted to look good for your hanging?”

She smiled bashfully. “You know me all too well, don’t you.”

I sighed heavily. A part of me didn’t want to do this. But another more shameful part did.

“Ok, Loretta. I guess we’re all set. Shall I make it quick?”

“Quick? Heavens no! How the hell do you expect to make a hanging like this ‘quick’, especially with the thick noose I picked out? Besides, I promised you a fuck!”

“So here’s what I want you to do. I want you to take me up off the chair. Then move it out of the way and lower me with the pulley until you can stick that thing inside me.” She nodded at my erection which was now shamefully glistening at the tip.

“Are you sure about this, Loretta?”

“I’m doing this for your sake just as much, if not more, than I’m doing it for myself; ok? Kindly allow me to grant you some pleasure upon watching an old friend hang herself to death. Is that ok with you?”

I held my hands up defensively. “Ok, Loretta. It’s your funeral.”

“Fuh – nee.”

I winced at my remark. She glared at me before the twinkle returned to her eyes.

I chuckled as I shook my head. “Sorry. It just sort of slipped out.”

“I’ll just bet it did. That was bad.”

“Ok. Any last words? I’m not sure you’ll be able to use your voice once you’re in the air and the noose is squeezing your throat closed.”

She ruefully shook her head. “You’re not helping matters any. You’re making this sound worse and worse. Is that because you want me to suffer in the noose? Planning on getting your rocks off?”

“No.”

“Yes!” she corrected me with a laugh.

I blushed. Then I shook my head. “It’s not going to be fun for you; that’s for sure.”

“Well I’m committed. With you standing there naked and aroused, I want to go out this way more than ever. When you’re done, I want you to open the curtains so the folks out on the main highway will be able to look in the bay windows and enjoy the view.”

“You certainly like to show off, don’t you.”

She panted for breath. I looked down at her crotch. It appeared to be glistening.

“Damn, girl. It looks like you’re getting a little wet down there. Are you sure this isn’t turning you on a little?”

She inhaled sharply. “Will you just get on with it?”

Her chest was starting to heave. It looked as though she was struggling to catch her breath. Instinctively I wanted to delay things. But I didn’t know what else to say.

I carefully reached out and grabbed onto the loose end of the rope. “Last chance to back out.”

She inhaled deeply. There was a brief pause. Then she looked me right in the eye.

“No, darling. Your words say ‘I want to take her down’. But your cock says ‘I want to string her up’. I’m naked, cuffed and noosed, and I’m ready to go. So let’s do something about your erection down there, shall we?”

She forced a smile for me despite her trepidation. “I want you to enjoy yourself; ok? I know it’s going to be at my expense. But I’ve tried to set things up so you don’t get into any kind of trouble over this. Like I say: I was going to do this anyway just as soon as you left. Now I want you to have a good time’ ok? Just make sure you leave the lights on and the curtains open.”

“Ready, Loretta?”

She paused a moment, deep in thought. “Not really, now that I think about it.” Then she sadly nodded.

“I just don’t feel like changing my mind. Now would you be a dear boy and hang this miserable, old woman? Make sure you get some pleasure out of the deal, ok? I’d hate for all this to be in vain should Mr. Lucky down there not enjoy the experience.”

“Loretta, you’re not that old. One of a kind, maybe. But not old.”

“Don’t try to butter me up. I already promised you my cunt while I’m in the air. Now let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”

My cock twitched. She saw it and smiled. “Lucky’s eager to see me hang. So let’s do this.”

I dutifully pulled on the rope without any further hesitation. Loretta went right up off the chair. Her eyes flew open from the pain as her feet started to flutter.

Instinctively I blurted out “I tried to warn you” as I locked the pulley and let her swing. At the last second I remembered to tip the chair over. I had to make it look like she’d done it herself.

Her legs kicked as she swung back and forth. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to get a decent breath down her throat. Her boobs still had enough material to bounce rather sexily.

I was incredibly hard watching her hang. Then I grabbed the rope and worked the pulley loose so I could lower her. I locked the pulley when her feet dangled less than a foot off the floor.

She was shorter than I, which made things easier to keep her in midair. Then I stepped forward until I was almost pressing up against her while offering my erection. She wrapped her legs around me for support, even as she tried to impale herself.

She was definitely dry as I entered her. She actually winced from the pain. Then she rasped for breath as she tried to climb me.

“Want down, Loretta?” Amazingly she shook her head. She partially came up off my cock before slipping back down onto it.

I was sure it must have hurt, especially if she hadn’t fucked anyone in years. But I couldn’t resist reaching out to squeeze and fondle her breasts. They felt good in my hands, as I’d wanted to do this for years now.

She rasped and gurgled, resting as she hung limp while trying to hang onto my body for support. I kept groping her mounds as I thrust up into her. Then I reminded her, “You did want me to enjoy this, didn’t you?”

She nodded her head a little. Then she used her legs to try to climb me. No… she was fucking me… trying to ride me.

I worked the pulley a little until I managed to give her the faintest amount of slack. Her breath rasped a little more. I waited for her to tell me to take her down. But she never did. To be honest, I really didn’t want to take her down.

I actually felt her cunt squeezing my dick. Maybe it was the asphyxiation making her do it. But it felt amazing the way she was working my erection inside her.

It felt so good that I just had to give her some encouragement. “Damn, Loretta! It feels good inside you the way you’re clenching. And seeing you suffer in the noose? It’s just… I’m sorry, but it’s just so fucking sexy! I’m so damned turned on right now!”

I saw a flicker of something appreciative in her eyes. She rasped for breath as I groped her tits. It felt like she was trying to fuck me even harder.

I leaned closer and kissed her lips. I was surprised the way she returned it. She must have been suffering, but she was still cognizant of her actions.

She rasped and gurgled as she rode me harder. I thrust up into her, enjoying the way her pussy kept clenching around my shaft. Her actions became more animated as she fucked me with growing urgency.

She gawked as she squeezed really hard. Then her eyes rolled as she shuddered. I felt cum ooze out of her pussy around my dick.

I looked at her in amazement. “Damn, Loretta! Did you just cum?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. She seemed grateful. So I thrust harder up into her spasming twat.

She eagerly rode me like that for another couple of minutes. Amazingly she’d become a whore in her last moments… a slut riding the noose. It was utterly incredible.

“Loretta, I’m gonna cum.” I could feel my balls swelling. That’s when she really tried to ride me, clenching like crazy.

I let out a gasp as I thrust hard into her twat. I pumped a massive load deep inside her. She actually shuddered hard in response.

“Loretta, did you just have another…?”

She nodded again. There were more tears in her eyes. But her face was darkening, becoming a disturbing shade of red.

“Should I take you down now?” She shook her head no.

“You really want to go out like this: both of us having cum while you’re hanging in midair?” She nodded again.

“Ok, Loretta. It’s your choice. I just want you to know that I enjoyed fucking you in the noose. And I’m going to enjoy your dance of death. I hope that’s ok with you.”

She nodded as more tears filled her eyes. She even managed a smile. Then I stepped back from her.

She lost her hold on my body as she swung back and forth. I smiled as I stroked while watching her. I hoped it made her feel good knowing I was getting off to her suffering.

She began to kick and swing with more urgency. I stroked harder as she fought the noose. Was she doing it for my benefit? Or was the rope strangling the life out of her?

She began humping the air in my direction. I couldn’t believe it as I stroked even harder. “Damn, Loretta! Was that another one? I think that makes three!”

She humped really hard. Then she abruptly hung limp and lifeless. Her frantic gyrations made her body gently swing back and forth as she began to twist this way and that.

I watched her as stray muscles fired. Her chest heaved a little as her toes fluttered. I smiled sadly as I told her, “I’m right here, Loretta. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay right here with you until you’re done.”

I couldn’t tell if she smiled or not. I like to think maybe she tried. Then her bladder gave way, making a mess on the floor.

She dangled quietly, gently twisting and swaying. I went up to her and fingered her cunt. It was wet as hell.

“No more dryness, Loretta.” I fingered her real good, hoping it would please her. But she gave no indication either way.

I moved back and watched for another five minutes. Then I stepped forward and checked for a pulse. There was none.

I slowly got back into my clothes. Then I opened the curtains as she’d requested. Out here on the outskirts of the city, I wasn’t sure who all would get to enjoy the view. But I did it for Loretta.

I caressed her boobs one last time. I even gave her a peck on the lips. Her tongue was protruding a little.

She might have been older. But she couldn’t have looked more sexy. I shook my head, amazed at my own perversion before taking my leave of her.

2021 (written May 5 ’21 by riwa)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

3 Drjs and Janet stories 4.2 (24)

Posted on June 20, 2022 by riwa

Drowning Janet

Janet swam the lake every day at about the same time. It was easy to don my scuba gear and wait for her. Sure enough, she came out at her usual time.

I swam underneath her, watching her form. I tried not to make too many exhalations in case she might discover my presence. There was just enough of a breeze that I don’t think she noticed me.

The longer I watched her, the more aroused I became. My cock strained in my swim trunks. The thought of drowning her became too much for me to overcome.

I came up underneath her and grabbed an ankle, jerking her under. I caught her totally by surprise. She really bubbled as she tried to kick free.

I let her go and watched as she reached the surface. I pulled on her ankle the moment she’d taken a breath. She never got the opportunity to cry out.

I pulled her down, enjoying the way she struggled in my grasp. I especially enjoyed grabbing her ankle and pulling her under. It made her nipples protrude through the top of her suit.

I let her go and she shot back up. I let her get a quick breath before I pulled her back down. The more I teased her with quick gasps for breath, the more she struggled and the more aroused I became.

I grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back. I kept her just below the surface. She spewed bubbles as she tried to kick up. But I kept pulling her down so she couldn’t quite reach the air she needed.

I pulled her deeper, enjoying her sexy struggles. Then I pulled the top of her suit down, exposing those gorgeous mounds. She cried out as she tried to kick her way back to the surface.

I allowed her head to pop up long enough for a long, sexy gasp. Then I pulled her back down. That’s when she began to tire.

She kicked feebly as she struggled in my grasp. Sometimes her hair reached the surface, and sometimes she got up as high as her forehead. But I never let her breathe again.

I watched as the last of her sexy bubbles came out of her mouth. Then she started hitching and gurgling. I kept her just below the surface as she looked upward. That’s when my cock went off.

I held her right there, allowing her to see the surface mere inches above her head. She spasmed and convulsed in my grasp. Then the last of her air slipped out of her mouth.

I finned Janet down to the bottom of the lake. There were some reeds down there that looked appealing. I tucked her in, making it look like she’s swam down and gotten all hung up. Then I kissed her lips along with both of her erect nipples before I headed back to shore.

2-26-20

Barbara helps me drown Janet

Barbara didn’t like Janet very much. I think she was jealous of her. She wanted me to get rid of her, but I was having too much fun fucking her.

Barbara found out Janet and I were out at the lake at our cabin. We liked to play in the water, and we liked to suck and fuck while holding our breath. We were in the water a few yards from our cabin when Barbara showed up.

Janet’s back was to the shore, so she didn’t see Barbara. That meant she didn’t see her take off all her clothes. Barbara put a finger to her lips, indicating I should be quite and not tell Janet.

Janet was sitting in my lap, impaled on my cock. She wanted to go under and hold her breath. So I pushed her backward and fucked her underwater.

Barbara waited until I let Janet back up. She carefully waded out to us until she was right behind Janet. Once more she held a finger to her lips.

I looked at Barbara as though I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through with it. I knew exactly what she was thinking about. Then she made the decision for me.

She got on her knees before pulling Janet over backward, forcing her flat on her back underwater. Then she looked at me and said, “Now fuck this bitch while I drown her sorry ass!” She pushed down on her wrists, making sure Janet couldn’t get back up.

At first I was going to tell her no. But I got excited thinking about watching Janet drown. My cock got really hard.

“Cmon!” Barbara urged. “Fuck the breath right out of her!” So I tweaked Janet’s erect nipples. Then I slid my cock right into her.

Janet was horrified as she looked up at us. She really clenched as I fucked her pussy. “Enjoy it, bitch!” Barbara called down to her. “This will be your last fuck, so you might as well enjoy yourself.”

Barbara had this gleeful look on her face as I thrust in and out of the woman she hated. Janet’s eyes opened wider and wider. Her cheeks bulged as her chest heaved. Then she spewed bubbles out of her nose.

Her mouth opened up and she lost all her breath. Then she started convulsing as she went into seizures. Barbara was so turned on watching her drown that I heard her give out an orgasmic cry as she creamed the water between her legs.

My cock went off inside Janet as she drowned in our grasp. Afterwards she just laid there, staring up at the sky with a vacant expression. “I get your cum,” Barbara declared with excitement.

She pushed me aside and got a really big breath. Then she went underwater. I saw her lick Janet’s pussy as though she was trying to suck out all my cream.

I was hit with a sudden burst of inspiration. I pushed down on Barbara’s head so she couldn’t lift it back up. Then I told her, “I think Janet wants you to drown with your face buried in her twat, Barbara.”

Bubbles came up as Barbara struggled. But I made sure she couldn’t get her head up. A moment later there was this huge burst of bubbles. Then she went into convulsions as she started to drown.

She hitched and convulsed as I kept pushing down on her head. I stuck my fingers in her pussy and fingered her. I could feel her clenching as she continued to drown. Then she went still.

I let go of her body, thinking she might float to the surface. But she stayed right there on top of Janet with her face buried in Janet’s muff. I guess both of their lungs had flooded. It ended up turning into a nice two-for-one for me.

2-26-20

Janet drowns Barbara

Barbara was Janet’s best friend. But Janet found out Barbara had been seeing me behind her back. Janet was supposed to be my girlfriend. But Barbara and I liked to fuck.

Janet lured Barbara out to our cabin on the lake. She said she had to go back to town in an hour. But I was coming out for a visit, and Janet asked if Barbara would be willing to entertain me for a while.

Barbara’s eyes gleamed. She figured Janet didn’t know. So she told her, “I’d be happy to stay out here until your boyfriend arrives.”

Janet talked her into a swim. So they headed out to the lake. They swam around a while in their bikinis.

Janet took off Barbara’s bikini top. Then she tied her wrists behind her back. Barbara thought she was just playing. But the game suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Janet forced Barbara to the bottom of the lake. They were in shallow water, but it was well above Barbara’s head while she was flat on her back. That’s when Janet removed Barbara’s bottoms and then started fucking her pussy with her fingers.

Barbara could hardly believe it. Her eyes opened wide as she shook her head. Her cheeks bulged as she tried to hold her breath.

‘That’s it, Barbara!” Janet bubbled excitedly as she looked down on her. “Now give me all your air as you cum.”

Barbara’s head went from side to side. Air burst out of her mouth once… twice… then a third time as she couldn’t hold it any longer. Then she started hitching and gurgling.

Janet finger-fucked her hard while bubbling with excitement. Barbara’s pussy clenched violently around her fingers in her twat. She had seizures as she spasmed painfully. Then her pussy gushed as she went limp in Janet’s grasp.

Janet made sure Barbara was not going to surface. Then she left her there. She went inside the cabin to wait for me.

When I got there she greeted me with a kiss and a hug. I asked, “Where’s Barbara?”

“Oh, she’s out having a little swim,” Janet told me with a knowing smile.

2-26-20

 

Posted in Drowning Stories | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Brigitte’s beheading 4.4 (85)

Posted on June 15, 2022 by riwa

Brigitte Bardot loved men. She loved pleasing men. She wanted to please each and every one of them.

It soon became apparent to her there were way too many for her to satisfy individually. She wanted to offer her holes to every man on the planet. But she was only one woman. There was simply not enough of her to go around.

She constantly went out on the prowl, looking for the next man that needed satisfying. But she could only spread herself so far. The task was rewarding, but the objective was overwhelming.

The day was coming when she would no longer have her good looks to attract men. On that day they would turn their backs on her in search of nubile, younger flesh. She could not blame them, but it still made her sad.

She often wondered if there was some way she could be preserved while she still had her youth. She thought about having a love doll created in her likeness. But she wished to provide sexual satisfaction with her own body.

One day she visited a wax museum to look at the images. But they did not seem realistic to her. Something was missing.

At the wax museum she saw the portrayal of Marie Antoinette. Marie was the last queen of France before the French revolution. Convicted by the Revolutionary Tribunal of high treason, she was executed by guillotine.

Maria’s body lay in the guillotine, the neck visibly severed. The head was held aloft in the hand of the executioner. Brigitte noticed the lips parted by the experience of the blade severing the neck.

Her mind turned to naughty things as she studied the head. The mouth was open from shock. A little more and one could conceivably thrust a cock inside.

Brigitte considered the possibility of her head being severed and preserved. With her mouth open, she could accommodate any cock that presented itself. She would simply need to be preserved for all time.

She looked at Marie’s body lying on the bascule. Naturally it was only a wax image. But if the body was real and was also preserved, it too could accommodate multiple cocks.

Brigitte felt a strange rush of excitement. What if her head could be preserved? And what if her body was also preserved for all time to be used for the pleasure of men?

The more she considered it, the more the idea appealed to her. Naturally there would be that nasty business of the blade separating her head from her shoulders. But afterwards, her body could be preserved for centuries, her beauty available for any man to access sexually.

There was a certain finality to what she was considering. On the other hand, it would keep her beautiful while making her immortal. Men the world over could travel to where she was stored to make use of her body. Then they could go home and brag they’d enjoyed the services of the one and only Brigitte Bardot.

She went home and tried to dismiss her thoughts as the ravings of a narcissistic diva. But the more she thought about it, the more it appealed to her. The question was: how could she go about making it happen?

Brigitte did some research. The science of plastination implied the preservation of bodies for decades, if not centuries. Was it possible she could have her head and body prepared in such a way? If so, how would she go about it?

She knew she would have to be careful about it. She did not want her body buried or disposed of. She wanted to be one of those bodies like those displayed in the wax museum, only to be used sexually. The idea of men using her corpse right in the middle of a tour passing through made her quiver from a perverse excitement.

She began to make discreet inquiries. She found a gentleman named Mike Hunt who specialized in the process of plastination. He’d already encased a handful of bodies, several of whom had deliberately chosen beheading.

She traveled to the man’s studio and studied the pieces on display. One female stood encased in glass, her arms outstretched. In her hands was a tray upon which rested her severed head.

Brigitte asked if Mike could prepare her body in a special way. She explained the outcome she desired. She wanted her head and body available for sexual use for many years to come.

Mike told her he believed it could be arranged. Then he asked how she wanted to go about the procedure. Brigitte decided she wanted a man in her pussy at the time of her beheading. No, wait; she preferred him to be in her ass. It would leave her pussy unmolested so Mike could properly prepare it for later.

Mike said he would see to the arrangements. Brigitte asked him if he could make her beautiful. Mike promised her the process of plastination meant her beauty would be on display to satisfy horny men for generations to come.

They discussed a specific time for him to do the deed. She desired to have a cock inside her at the moment of beheading. Mike assured her he would have a gentleman on hand for her execution.

Satisfied, Brigitte traveled home to make final preparations. She told no one of her plans. She didn’t want anyone to try to dissuade her from her objective.

She wanted Mike to put her on display as soon as the plastination process had been completed. Then she wanted him to tell the world. The name Brigitte Bardot would go down in history as the beauty that would satisfy future generations of men the world over.

When the day came she returned to the studio. At first she’d been concerned with having second thoughts about what she was planning. But the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. So she fully committed herself; nothing would sway her decision.

Inside the studio she discovered Mike had built a special trunk of wood upon which she would stretch her head during the beheading. He explained how the trunk would also go on display with her body as the object upon which she’d lost her head. The bloodstains would be visible to all as a sign the blade had truly taken her head.

Mike introduced Brigitte to a large man named Dick. She was told he had a large cock that would stretch her ass nicely. Dick assured her his appendage would leave the appropriate opening for many more “dicks” to cum.

Mike showed Brigitte the sword he’d acquired special for the execution. The blade glistened as Brigitte inspected it. She reached out to touch the edge, only to jerk her hand away the moment Mike warned her the blade was quite sharp. He assured her it would slice cleanly through flesh and bone in one fell swoop.

Brigitte asked if they were going to record the event for posterity. That’s when Mike produced a camera on a tripod. It would make a recording that would play on a loop at the museum where her body would be on display for the sexual use of one and all.

Brigitte suddenly found herself becoming a little frightened her life was about to end. At the same time she experienced an arousal so intense she would have never thought it possible. It was far greater than the arousal she had experienced at going out and picking up men off the street.

Mike kindly asked how much time she needed to prepare. Brigitte told him she wanted to get things started. She did not wish to back out at the last minute. Besides, she was eager to experience what Marie Antoinette had endured during her final moments of life in France.

Mike laughed at her remark. He assured her the Queen had most certainly not experienced a cock up her ass the moment the blade fell. Brigitte smiled as she told him that meant she would have one up on the fair queen.

Brigitte slowly stripped out of her clothes. She was trembling as she stood by the stump she would soon lay her head upon. Then she looked at both gentlemen and smiled.

“I have always serviced the men I’ve encountered. I hope you two will not disappoint me.”

Mike and Dick smiled at her as they undressed, revealing what God had equipped them with. She liked what she saw.

Mike told her, “Not to worry, Miss Bardot. We will enjoy your body before AND after your spirit has departed.” His words made her shiver from a mixture of excitement and dread.

She panted for breath as they helped her kneel by the stump. Mike and Dick stood on either side of her. She reached out to stroke both cocks.

Despite her growing fear, Brigitte had become even more aroused. Her executioners were naked and clearly turned on. If they were horny at seeing her about to be beheaded, imagine how many more men would show up to her display with massive erections and a desire needing to be satisfied!

Mike explained to her she would now give her executioners a blowjob. This aroused Brigitte greatly. She was glad she could suck the cocks of the men who were about to take her head.

They grasped onto her head and took turns fucking her skull. It filled Brigitte with a perverse excitement. She was being forced to suck the cocks of the two men who would soon be responsible for beheading her.

She was not allowed to make them cum. This was a disappointment. Mika assured her they had plans of spunking all over her body after the beheading. This news aroused her greatly.

The two men finally helped Brigitte get into position. Mike stretched her neck out across the stump. Dick moved behind her and knelt down before pushing his cock against her puckered anus.

Brigitte gasped and moaned as he pushed until her sphincter gave way. It was obvious she was not an anal virgin. Dick soon began thrusting in and out of her while grasping onto her hips.

Mike went over and picked up the sword. He was clearly sporting an erection. Brigitte gasped with delight when she saw how aroused he’d become at the prospect of beheading her.

Dick thrust hard into her ass. Brigitte could feel an orgasm coming on strong. Instinctively she reached for Mike’s cock, wanting to pleasure him one last time. But his greatest pleasure would come from removing her head from her shoulders.

She became a little frightened, even as her arousal increased exponentially. For the first time since she’d set things in motion she began to have her doubts. “Mike I think I’ve… wait, I… maybe I’ve changed my mind!”

“Too late for that now, my Queen,” Mike smiled as he motioned grandly. “The Revolutionary Tribunal has found you guilty of sexual perversion. The sentence is death by beheading. As a final humiliation your body will be preserved and put on display to be used by all men for generations to come.”

He grasped onto the sword and lifted it upward, preparing to strike. Brigitte blurted out, “OhmyGAWD!” This was really going to happen!

She opened her mouth to scream as an anal-gasm overtook her. That’s when Mike brought the sword down hard. There was a loud, resounding THUNK.

Brigitte’s head leapt off the stump and rolled onto the floor. Her eyes flew open in shock as her mouth gaped open. That’s when Mike set the sword down before picking up her severed head.

“Taste my arousal, my queen, as your life ends.” Then he thrust his erection between her lips. She could actually taste his erection in her mouth… could even taste the pre-cum on the tip of his shaft.

Brigitte tried to sense what was going on below her neck. She felt nothing. She was disappointed she could no longer feel the way her dying body was shaking from its orgasmic response.

“She’s clenching like crazy!” Dick gasped as he pumped into her spasming ass. “Fuck; she’s milking me dry!”

“And me as well,” Mike added with a smile.

He pulled out of her mouth and turned her head around. Then he thrust through her neck stump. The tip of his cock emerged out of her mouth.

Brigitte stared in disbelief now that she could see it all. She watched Dick fuck her ass while cupping her boobs. Mike then stepped closer to the body with her head impaled on his erection. A moment later his cock began to spurt his seed through the air, splattering her back and severed neck.

Brigitte’s mind registered her final comments. She wanted to be sexually excited, but she felt nothing. Still, she experienced a certain thrill over what they were doing to her dying body.

Consciousness fled away as her expression sagged in death. There was something lewd reflected in her lifeless eyes. It was as though she had loved the way the men had enjoyed her body in her final moments.

Mike and Dick spent the next hour using Brigitte. They fucked all the holes of her cooling corpse. When they were finished it was time to prepare her for the process of plastination.

EPILOGUE

Brigitte was prepared for plastination as per her instructions. She was put on display in a special museum exhibit. Her neck was stretched across the bloodied stump as she knelt with her ass in the air. And her head was placed on a special pedestal in front of her corpse, easily retrievable for any man with an erection.

A nearby monitor looped the video of her beheading over and over. It also displayed the abuse her corpse had received at the hands of Mike and Dick. There were cries of outrage in certain circles. But it wasn’t long before Mike began receiving requests to behead more beautiful women for plastination.

Many others wished to preserve their beauty while making their bodies accessible to generations of men to come. Had she known what would eventually happen the world over, Brigitte might have been disappointed she was not the only one on display. But she probably would have experienced a certain sense of pride over having lead the way to a whole new movement of beauties being on display for the pleasure of men.

2020 (written Apr 23 ’20 by riwa)

(Generously illustrated with Mike Hunt renders.)

Posted in Beheading Stories, Picture Stories | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

An outrageous pick-up line 4.4 (128)

Posted on June 10, 2022 by riwa

Brooke saw him at the resort pool every now and then. He stood out because of the way he seemed to spend more time on the bottom than he did at the surface. Apparently he liked to hold his breath.

She was more than a little attracted to his physique. He swam with confidence as though he and the water were intimate friends. It really made her lady parts tingle.

Working at her father’s resort had its advantages. One of them was hooking up with sexy strangers. Now she found herself drawn to this handsome young man.

One day she worked up the courage to talk to him. She wanted to come up with something that would really break the ice. So she walked up to him while he was resting in a lounger.

She lifted up her sunglasses and smiled at him. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” he smiled back.

Brooke suddenly felt self-conscious. So she nervously blurted out, “Tell me. What’s your most outrageous pick-up line?”

“My most outrageous pick-up line?” he asked curiously as he sat up.

“Yeah. What have you got for me?”

He appeared to think about it for a moment. “I don’t think I have one.” Then he smiled at her.

“Wait; how about this? Once, I almost drowned a woman. We were having fun, and I guess we got carried away. So how’d you like me to drown you while we’re getting it on at the bottom of the pool?”

Brooke stood there frozen with disbelief. Of all the responses she could have gotten, she never expected a crazy thing like that! A moment later she turned and self-consciously dove head first into the water.

He chuckled as he shook his head while watching her swim away. “Well… you DID ask. That was the most outrageous thing I could come up with on short notice.” Then he lay back in the lounger and smiled inwardly.

Brooke avoided him for the rest of the day, making herself scarce. But she couldn’t get his words out of her head. She also couldn’t forget his masculine features.

The more she thought about it, the more curious she became. Had he really almost drowned someone while they were getting it on underwater? Or was he just pulling her leg?

—

A few days later he was back at the resort pool. Brooke found her lady parts tingling again. She wanted to get to know him more intimately. His words kept reverberating in her head, making him appear both dangerous and appealing.

She watched as he swam along the bottom of the pool. Once more, he stayed down for quite a long time. She didn’t think she could hold her breath nearly that long.

She finally dove into the water, quietly following him. Brooke tailed him as he swam along the bottom to the shallow end. He finally popped up near the wall and gasped quietly for breath.

She bucked up her courage and swam up the slope toward him. She made sure he didn’t submerge to avoid her. Then she pulled up and surfaced a few feet away.

“Hello again,” he said with a smile as he recognized her. “I didn’t upset you with my outrageous pick-up line from the other day, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” she lied. He just smiled as though seeing right through her.

Brooke just had to know. “Did you really almost drown a girl at the bottom of a pool? Or were you just being outrageous like I asked?”

“Oh, it really happened, uh…”

“My name’s Brooke.”

“It really happened, Brooke. Vanessa and I liked to swim and hold our breath a lot. We also liked to have fun with each other underwater, if you know what I mean.” She smiled back at him, pretty sure she knew what he was referring to.

“Anyway, we took a lifesaving course together. We took turns practicing on each other. But she told me the only way to find out just how good we were was if one of us drowned or came really close to it. She wanted to go underwater and see what might happen while we were, uh… you know. So naturally I agreed.”

“She wanted to see what might happen? You mean, while you two were underwater? Underwater doing what?” She suspected she knew the answer.

He smiled as he chose his words carefully, still unsure who he was dealing with. “Well, we enjoyed making each other cum underwater.”

“You mean fucking?”

Paul laughed, concluding he didn’t have to beat around the bush any longer. “Exactly. Vanessa wanted to know what would happen if we pushed things too far and one of us had to revive the other. We were both concerned about the potential consequences, of course. Yet we were pretty sure we could revive each other if it came to that. Besides, I think Vanessa wanted to experience it for herself.”

“One day we were going at it all hot and heavy at the bottom of this ten foot deep pool. We hadn’t really decided this would be the time we would push things. It just sort of happened.”

“Anyway, we were on the bottom of the pool. She was horizontal, hanging onto the ladder face down while I was pounding her from behind. We were wearing our suits in case someone showed up and we had to stop real fast.”

“I waited for Vanessa to break it off or signal her need to go up for another breath. She just kept grunting as she squeezed me with her love-muscle. We were just so into it. And since no one was around, we ended up pushing our breath-holding limits.”

“Vanessa suddenly gurgled as she swallowed water. I was trying to pay attention, so I noticed when she grunted and convulsed. I knew she wanted to experience what it was like to drown. But I couldn’t make myself take the risk.”

“I pulled out and quickly got her up to the surface. She went into quite the coughing spell. I never got the chance to try any kind of resuscitation on her because she had already started to get her breath back.”

“I thought she was going to be mad at me for not watching her more closely. Instead, she was angry I didn’t keep her submerged long enough. She wanted me to pump a load deep inside her until she went limp.”

“She asked what it felt like, fucking her while she was starting to drown. I told her she was really clenching around my cock. But I’d pulled out and rushed her to the surface before I could cum inside her.” Then he paused, wondering how Brooke would react to his story.

She was fascinated by his account of the incident. She also felt vaguely disappointed for some reason. “So you didn’t actually drown her then. You ALMOST drowned her, just like you said.”

“That’s right. This was last summer. Vanessa wanted me to fuck-drown her for real. Then she wanted me to carry her limp body up to the surface and revive her. But we never got the chance to give it another try it. She went off to college in another state. I haven’t seen her since.”

Strangely, Brooke’s lady parts were tingling like crazy. Was it because of his story? He didn’t seem all that dangerous to her. Or was he? Was that why she was feeling so out of breath right now?

She’d never tried sex underwater before. His story made her wonder what it felt like, fucking while holding one’s breath. One certainly couldn’t do it very long without having to come up for air; right?

She was also intrigued by the idea of pushing things a little too far and swallowing water. What would it feel like to drown with a cock inside her? Did she even want to risk letting him do that to her?

“So tell me, uh…”

“My name’s Paul.”

“So tell me, Paul. What’s it like, fucking underwater while holding your breath?”

Paul smiled knowingly at her. “The orgasms are more intense because you’re trying not to drown yourself. Maybe it has something to do with the fact you only have a short time before you run out of air and need to cum as soon as you can. It’s related to erotic asphyxiation.”

He paused as he gave her a questioning look. “Why do you ask? Would you like me to show you?”

Brooke’s heart skipped a beat as her lady parts tingled again. She looked around at the other bodies in the pool as well as those sitting in the lounge chairs at the surface. Then she made her decision.

“Can you come back tonight? Say 10 pm? I can get us access to the resort’s private soaking pool. That way we can do it in there alone with all the privacy we’ll need.”

He nodded with a smile at the thought of fucking this sexy young woman underwater. “Sounds good to me. But don’t worry. I promise not to drown you.”

“Well… I don’t know. What if you, uh… what if you get all caught up in the moment and forget about watching me?”

“Now why would you say a thing like that?” He looked her right in the eyes before adding, “Wait a minute. Are you suggesting you’d LIKE me to get all caught up in the moment and not pay attention?”

Brooke’s heart skipped another beat. Her lady parts were tingling like crazy. All she could do was stammer, “10 pm. Can you make it?”

Paul’s ominous smile made her stomach do back-flips as he told her, “I’ll be here.”

“Great. See you then.”

Brooke abruptly turned before either of them could change their minds. She inhaled deeply. Then she submerged and swam away before the urge to take him right then and there in a public place overcame her sensibilities.

As she swam toward the bottom, she thought about everything he’d said. Two thoughts entered her mind. The first question she had was: was it possible to cum underwater?

The second was much more ominous. Was she making a big mistake scheduling a fuck-session with a man who’d just acknowledged almost drowning a woman while having sex with her at the bottom of a pool? Or was she excited about the possibility of letting him drown her with his cock inside her?

—

The door was unlocked, so Paul entered the building. The soaking pool was right there. A bottle of wine and two filled glasses sat on the edge.

Brooke was also in the building. She was standing totally naked as though she’d been waiting for him. She smiled shyly at him before climbing into the water.

Paul shed his street clothes. He removed his speedos he’d worn underneath. Then he climbed into the shallow soaking pool with her.

He sat down right next to her in front of the wine bottle and glasses. She leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back.

He smiled when they came up for air. “You don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

“What have I done to you?”

“Nothing a little bit of this won’t fix.”

Brooke reached down and gently stroked his erection. Then she cupped his balls. He twitched in reaction to her touch.

“So what was it about me that made you invite me here tonight? Was it our discussion about me having sex underwater with Vanessa?”

“Maybe,” she breathed as she continued caressing his erection.

“Was it the idea of experiencing an intense orgasm underwater?”

“Possibly.” It felt like she was on fire with a terrible arousal.

“Was it the thought of drowning with my cock inside you?”

“Oh gawd, no… well… maybe.” Then she kissed him again while her hand continued to rub his erection.

They came up for air, but she simply could not keep her hand off his junk. She just kept rubbing it. Then she asked, “You want some wine?”

“Right now I’m not thirsty.”

“Neither am I,” she panted breathlessly as she kissed him hard.

They came up for air again. She looked down at his erection. Then she asked, “Did Vanessa… I mean… did she suck your cock underwater?”

“All the time. She liked seeing how long she could keep me in her mouth while holding her breath.”

“Damn! This is something I really gotta try!”

“Be my guest.”

He smiled as she adjusted her position. Brooke took a deep breath. Then she submerged.

She took Paul’s dick into her mouth. But she got water up her nose. She came up snorting.

She looked at him self-consciously, smiling with embarrassment while coughing and sputtering. “It takes some getting used to,” he explained with a grin.”

“I love a challenge,” she replied before filling her lungs again.

She submerged and took him back between her lips. She bobbed up and down, enjoying the way he twitched in her mouth. His moan at the surface gave her more erotic tingles.

She came up gasping for breath, giving him a curious look. “I think you’ve got the hang of it,” he said with a smile.

Her eyes twinkled as she told him, “I think I can stay down longer.” Then she filled her lungs and submerged again.

She took him back between her lips. Then she started bobbing up and down. Brooke was able to keep the water out of her nose. She was even able to give him some pretty decent suction.

Paul moaned as he put his hand on her head while resting another hand on her back. Brooke eagerly bobbed up and down. Bubbles came out of her nose and around the seal her lips made. She was really starting to get the hang of it now.

She came up panting for breath. “How was that?” she asked, her eyes twinkling lustfully.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

“Nothing like this.” And with that she filled her lungs and submerged again.

Brooke sucked him down, using her hand to help stroke his meat. Then she tried taking him deeper. He moaned as she glubbed up bubbles.

She came up gasping for breath. She kissed him deeply. Then she told him, “I think I need a minute or two.”

“Let me give you some attention while you’re catching your breath.” Then Paul filled his lungs.

He submerged and rolled over onto his back. Brooke straddled his head. Then she centered her womanhood over his mouth.

He dutifully began using his tongue, licking and lapping between the folds of her labia. Brooke gasped and moaned. She grasped onto his head to make sure he hit the right spot, unaware he was stroking his erection.

Bubbles dribbled out of his mouth and nose. They hit her just right, causing even more tingles. Gawd; it felt good!

He was underneath her for the longest time. Damn! How long could he hold his breath?

She was a water-baby at heart. But she hadn’t encountered too many fellas who could outlast her underwater, much less give her oral like this!

She tried not to squeeze his head between her thighs too much. Then bubbles started coming up. That’s when he gave her a polite pat on her ass. She interpreted it as his needing up for a breath.

She shifted in place, allowing him to come back up. Brooke immediately filled her lungs and submerged, taking his cock back between her lips as he sat upright. She felt compelled to return the favor while at the same time seeing just how long she could hold her breath.

She gobbled him down, doing her best to take as much of him down her throat as possible. His moans at the surface indicated she was at the top of her game. She groaned and bubbled, enjoying this far more than she could have possibly imagined.

She pushed herself until her lungs were straining. She let out a huge burst of bubbles before she came back up, gasping quietly for breath. “Not bad,” he said admiringly.

She kissed him deeply. Then she tried to crawl into his lap. She slowly worked his throbbing member deep inside her.

He shifted around underneath her. She was surprised as he submerged a few seconds later. He grasped her wrists as she eagerly rode him in a reverse cowgirl, impressed with his breath-holding abilities.

Brooke took her time, giving him a long, languid fuck. It was erotic as hell, especially the way he released occasional bubbles. The idea he could drown with his dick inside her was an incredible turn-on.

He finally lifted his head up out of the water. Brooke had no idea how long he’d been under. But now she felt like it was her turn to return the favor.

How long could she hold her breath? Could she give him the same pleasure he was giving her? What about this idea of drowning with his cock inside her? For some reason she could not get it out of her head.

She changed positions before climbing back on. She rode him as she put a hand on his chest. “I… I think it’s time for you to fuck me underwater now.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked. “I don’t want to push you into doing something that makes you uncomfortable.”

“Of course I’m sure! I just rode you while you were holding your breath. It’s only fair you fuck me while I’m holding mine.” Then she kissed him deeply, wondering what she was getting herself into.

“Let’s start with something easy, shall we?”

She eagerly nodded her head. But her heart was hammering in her chest. The fear and excitement were such that it felt like she was already close to cumming.

He turned her around until she was on her knees facing away. He slowly pushed into her from behind. Then she filled her lungs before lowering her head into the water.

Paul thrust into her from behind, enjoying the tightness of her womanhood. Bubbles swirled up as she moaned underwater. Then she came up gasping.

“Gawd; that’s good!” Then she filled her lungs and went right back down. She moaned and bubbled as Paul’s manhood thrust in and out of her.

She stayed down longer before coming up for another breath. Paul gently grabbed her wrists. Brooke did not resist as she filled her lungs and went back down.

Paul thrust harder in and out of her. Brooke winced and moaned, trying to keep her breath in her lungs for as long as possible. Now she wanted to see if she could experience that “intense orgasm” Paul had previously mentioned.

She stayed down longer until her lungs began to strain. It felt incredible! The orgasm heading her way felt stronger than the one she’d received from the last fuck-toy she’d met at the resort.

Paul pumped harder into her from behind. Brooke moaned as she started losing bubbles. She could feel the strain in her chest. But she wanted to remain underwater for as long as possible.

She winced and cried out. Paul thrust even harder. It suddenly swelled until it seemed to totally overwhelm her.

Brooke shuddered as she screamed her breath away. Bubbles billowed to the surface. Paul pumped her a few seconds longer until she was sure she was going to drown. Then he pulled her head up.

Brooke panted like crazy. “Fuck, that was – aahhbrgblrglrugrlblg!” Then she was forced back under the surface, not having had nearly enough time to catch her breath.

Paul pumped her good and hard. Brooke bubbled again, afraid he was going to drown her for real. Then she winced as it swelled within her until a second one overtook her.

A hot wave of pleasure flushed through her body. Brooke bubbled a very weak “FUCK!” Then Paul pulled her head back up.

She gasped like crazy, struggling to catch her breath. “Fuck; I don’t believe it! I just came twi – WAIIITT!”

Back down she went as Paul really pounded her. Brooke bubbled weak and helpless. She’d had no chance whatsoever to get any kind of a decent breath.

The thought of drowning both scared and aroused her. Then her senses dimmed as she climaxed again. It was so intense that she thought she was going to pass out.

A moment later she was at the surface. Paul slipped out of her. Then he guided her into his lap.

Brooke was impaled upon his erection as she panted for breath. “Gawd, that was… that was fucking incredible!”

He smiled as he twitched inside her. She looked at him and said, “You haven’t cum yet, have you?” He just shook his head.

“I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but… how’d you like to cum inside me while I’m drowning?” The way his cock twitched inside her gave her his answer.

“Brooke, are you serious?”

She nodded as she panted for breath, still trying to process the words coming out of her mouth… “Vanessa never drowned for you, did she?”

“She never got the chance; no.”

“Then I want to do it. I’m a jealous bitch; I’m jealous of her now. I want to be able to say I one-upped her. And that means being able to tell her if I ever see her that I’m the one who drowned with your cock inside me.” Another twitch from his cock gave her the tingles something fierce.

“How do you want to do this, Brooke?”

“Your drowning; your choice. Now we’d better do this before I chicken out; ok?”

Paul nodded as she took deep breaths to get ready. Then Brooke went over backward. He split her legs apart, running her right leg up his chest as he slid into her throbbing love-box.

Brooke moaned and bubbled. Gawd; what was she thinking?? She was understandingly frightened, but she was so aroused that she couldn’t make herself change her mind. Besides, Paul was going to revive her; right?

She clenched as he fucked her while she held her breath. Would he actually go through with it? A part of her hoped he might back out at the last second. Yet she really did want to one-up that bitch Vanessa.

He thrust in and out as her chest began to burn. Bubbles trickled out of her mouth. Brooke covered her lips with her hand, hoping to contain as much air in her lungs as possible.

Paul’s erection twitched and throbbed inside her. She could feel the fear and excitement swelling within her. What if she climaxed while she was drowning? Would he like that too?

The strain in her lungs grew worse. Bubbles fizzed out through her fingers. Her stomach hitched as her chest heaved, her breasts wobbling up and down.

She saw him look down on her. Was he going to pull her up at the last second? Or was he going to go through with it? Gawd; she didn’t know what she wanted him to do!

She lost a big burst of bubbles. Instinctively, Brooke started to lift her head up. Paul just pushed down into her chest.

Her eyes opened wide in horror. She shook her head as she lost more bubbles. Then it overwhelmed her.

Brooke shuddered hard in orgasm. It was the most intense climax of her life. For a moment it blotted out her need to breathe. Then it passed.

Her lungs heaved in agony. A moment later they simply gave out. She shook her head and screamed her breath away as she gulped water.

Her eyes opened wide as she reached upward, vainly trying to push him off. A moment later she felt him spurting a load deep inside her. Her body responded with another minor shudder of pleasure.

She kept gulping water as she hitched on her back. It really hurt like hell! Then the pain started to ease a little.

Her expression softened as he gently thrust in and out. She stared up at him in horror. She hitched one last time before going limp underneath him.

She was still conscious. No wait… she was no longer in her body! Somehow she was looking down at him and her drowned body from the side of the soaking pool.

“Keep me down a few moments longer, Paul. I want you to enjoy yourself.” He did not appear to hear her.

He suddenly pulled her up out of the water. He lifted her out and gently laid her down on the side of the pool. Then he began doing CPR.

Brooke suddenly got dizzy. She was no longer standing there looking down on them. A moment later her eyes flickered as her chest heaved.

She blinked before she coughed up a bunch of water. Then she let out a ragged gasp. Paul made sure the water came out of her mouth before lifting her up to his chest.

“Brooke, are you ok?” She coughed a couple of times before trying to nod.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, I was… I was… what was I doing again?” She could no longer remember standing out of her body along the side of the pool.

“Are you ok?”

She coughed and nodded again. “I felt you cum inside me, Paul. Then I had a really intense orgasm. I think I might have had two.”

“Maybe we should get you dried off.”

She nodded again. Then she told him, “I think I’m ready for that glass of wine now.” It had sat along the edge of the pool untouched the entire time.

2021 (written for JustPaul Apr 23 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps from a JustPaul animation.)

Posted in Picture Stories, Underwater Stories | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Ghost Town Hanging 1-2 4.5 (150)

Posted on June 5, 2022 by riwa

Part 1

I don’t know what I’m going to do about Olive. I think I’m in over my head. She’s probably going to end up dead. And I’ll stand accused of murder.

That’s not the worst part. We may be directly or indirectly responsible for the future death of another young woman. I just hope when, or if, it happens, the authorities won’t trace it back to us.

You see, I got Olive involved with erotic asphyxiation about seven months ago. We started out with a simple choking during sex. We soon graduated to bagging. Then we went on to strangling.

From there, Olive went right into the hanging fetish with no nudging on my part. One afternoon I went over and discovered she’d set up a noose in her closet. She wanted me to hang her.

I was reluctant, but she insisted. She said she’d do it for real if I didn’t spot her. Thankfully I was pretty good at watching her and getting her down, especially since I insisted on a thicker noose. Her orgasm was so intense that from that point on, she was hooked.

We played around using the noose whenever we could. At first we limited things to her place or mine. But then she became more daring.

She wanted to go out in public and find secret places to rig up a noose. The first time we did it outdoors was when I took her to a national forest. I found a tree shading a boulder and strung her up right there. She promptly climaxed while she was kicking it up, thrilled to be hanged in the great outdoors.

Next we sought abandoned buildings for our plays. She wanted to be some gangster’s moll or a witness to a crime and had to be silenced. So we found an abandoned building on the edge of town, snuck inside and did our thing.

I always try to be careful with her. But it’s never enough with Olive. She just keeps pushing the envelope. I’m afraid one day she’s going to go too far.

She keeps telling me she’s not suicidal. It’s just that the orgasms are so damned good. She always wants more.

One day she told me she’d researched an old ghost town named Bannack. Supposedly there was a gallows in back of a building formerly named Skinner’s Saloon. Once she found out about it, she told me she wanted to go there and be hanged on a real gallows.

Try as I might, I could not talk her out of it. To be honest, I didn’t try all that hard. It’s always incredibly erotic watching her swing. Afterwards, we fuck like rabbits, sometimes with her pretending she’s dead and I’m desecrating her corpse.

Anyway, we packed up the vehicle and drove to Bannack. It was a long, three hour drive. So we made sure to rent a room in a large town an hour away so we could spend the night recuperating and fucking.

We stopped and checked into our room first. The proprietor was an older gentleman, curious about what we were doing in town. Olive told him we were going to drive to Bannack and look at the ghost town.

“Watch out for ghost’s, miss. There were a lot of hangin’s back in the day. They even lynched the sheriff when they found out he was part of a large gang goin’ around plunderin’ and murderin’.”

Olive grinned as she replied, “Oh, we’ll be sure to check out the gallows before we leave.” The old fart sure looked confused by her enthusiasm. I just nudged her while quietly telling her not to go blabbing it around town or it might spoil everything.

We got in the vehicle and drove off to Bannack. Olive became more excited the closer we got. Soon her excitement level soared off the charts. She really wanted to hang from a real gallows used to hang real people.

When we arrived, we discovered a couple of other vehicles in the parking lot. I told her there might be people around and that I wasn’t going to hang her in front of an audience. Besides, there might be children about. I didn’t want to traumatize any young-uns.

“I hope someone does watch me,” she giggled as she nibbled on my ear lobe. “Hanging in front of an audience would be so fucking hot!”

“Darling, you’re hopeless.”

“Better hang me as punishment then.”

We had put our rope and some items into a sack to bring along so it wouldn’t be obvious. Besides, we were both pretty sure there wouldn’t be one in place once we located the gallows. I doubt the state wanted to be responsible for someone hanging themselves either accidently or on purpose. It was just too bad they hadn’t counted on my Olive.

We found the gallows behind the saloon and checked it out. It made Olive positively giddy. Problem was: she wanted to hang naked.

There were tourists wandering around the ghost town. So I had to put my foot down. I couldn’t very well let her hang herself, only for someone with an iPhone to take pictures and then post them all over the Internet.

She grew more impatient as we wandered around the old buildings. She kept whispering in my ear how desperate she was for that family of four to get the hell out of town. She really wanted to hang naked.

We went back to the gallows and loitered around for several minutes. We must have generated some curious looks carrying that sack around with all our toys inside. We finally stashed it in a hiding place near the gallows.

Olive became impatient to the point where she hid in a sheltered spot and removed all her clothes. She dug into the sack and pulled out a pair of hose she wanted to wear. She also slipped into a set of black heels, deciding to add a little class to her dance.

I kept watch near the front of the saloon as she began setting up the noose while she was buck naked. The crazy bitch couldn’t wait any longer. I told her there was still another young couple wandering around. She said she didn’t care; she couldn’t wait any longer.

I watched as that family of four slowly made their way to their vehicle. Then I headed back to the gallows, listening intently. Sure enough, their station wagon roared to life.

“They’re leaving,” I told her. She was already standing on the gallows over the trap. The noose was nice and snug around her throat.

She gave me a lustful smile. I just shook my head. “I should never have taught you how to properly tie one of those things.”

“I’m glad you did. This way I can dance longer.”

“There’s always a chance something might go wrong. What do I do with you then, Olive?”

“Gawd; just leave me here!”

“You mean dressed like that while dangling from the noose?”

“Gawd; don’t fucking tempt me!”

“If you don’t survive, you silly bitch, you’ll never get to experience your fantasy again. You’ll never find another gallows or another place in the great outdoors like this ghost town.”

“I know; I know. Now get your ass up here and pull the lever. I think this trap still works.”

I looked at her and smiled. “Arms tied behind your back, tied in front, or left free?” It was a dumb question, being as how she hadn’t pulled anything else out of the sack besides the noose.

“Free to start with. I’m so fucking horny I’m going to pop! I want to touch myself this first time.”

“What do you mean, ‘first time’?”

“Will you just hang me already?”

I closely examined the way she’d strung the rope up. I mentally calculated how I was going to have to get her down. A moment later a strange female voice cried out, “Ohmygawd!”

Olive and I turned at the same time. That young couple was standing just inside the backdoor to the saloon. Their eyes were open wide in shock and horror.

Olive blushed deeply. We’d been caught before I could carry out her punishment. It was probably just as well.

“Time to get you down,” I murmured with a sense of regret. To be honest, I was looking forward to hanging her.

I thought she would instinctively cover her private parts. Instead, she looked lustfully in their direction. Then she hissed, “Do it, lover! Hang me!”

“Are you crazy…?”

“DO IT!”

I looked again in their direction. Then I loudly proclaimed, “Olive Thomas, for poisoning the Sheriff’s wife, I sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead.”

I grabbed the lever, looking right at that young couple again. The female looked horrified. The male had this look of disbelief in his eyes. Then I pulled the lever.

The trap successfully fell away. It caught Olive totally by surprise. At least she didn’t fall very far through the trap. She’d made sure there wouldn’t be much of a fall with how short she’d tied the noose.

The young woman let out a cry of horror. The young man simply stared in shock. I was shamefully hard as a rock inside my trousers.

At first Olive began to kick. She’d been hanged many times before. But she acted differently with this one.

Maybe it was the shock of dropping a little. Most of our hangings had used a hoist method. Then again, maybe it was the realization she was being watched by strangers.

She began to swing back and forth as she rasped for breath. Then it was as though consciousness returned. I think her brain reminded her why she was there in the first place… and that she had an audience to boot.

She looked right at me as she swung back and forth. She twisted until she was staring at that young couple. They were staring back incredulously.

Olive actually reached down and began rubbing her crotch with one hand. She used the other to cup and fondle her boobs. She gently swung and twisted as the rope creaked from her weight.

I was so hard that my dick hurt inside my trousers. I really wanted to take it out and give it some space to breathe. But I didn’t dare, not with that couple looking on.

Olive humped and gyrated as she masturbated while fucking the air. It was incredible to watch. I’ve never seen anyone so lustfully addicted to swinging in a noose as my Olive.

She did a little bit of a bunny-hop while struggling in the coil. It was our thickest material designed to prevent serious injury despite the inherent risks. It was also made of hemp because she liked the way it scratched her throat.

Olive suddenly spread her legs apart as she fingered herself. She grunted and gurgled as she shimmied in the noose while furiously playing with herself. Then she squirted, her cum spewing down through the opening in the trap.

I decided that was more than enough for a first time, especially if she was crazy enough to want to go again. I wasn’t sure a second hanging was all that wise an idea. But Olive was a hard one to talk out of anything once she’d put her mind to it.

I rushed over and loosened where she’d secured the rope. I held on as I grabbed her and pulled her away from the opening. But I lost my balance and went over backward.

She ended up falling on top of me. I heard her panting quietly as she tried to catch her breath. Then she went into little hitches as she winced and moaned… “Gawd, I… I can’t stop cumming!”

She finally settled down. Then I remembered our voyeurs. I turned to see they were still standing there.

“You finally got your audience,” I said quietly. But I made sure it was loud enough for them to hear. What was the point trying to be quiet now?

“Gawd; it was so hot!” she panted. Then she looked in their direction before adding, “They haven’t left or anything. Maybe they’re curious. Let’s invite them over!”

2020 (written Nov 16 ’20 by riwa. Inspired by a render I found that I included. My compliments to whoever created it.)

Note: I’ve decided to add a bonus chapter for you.

Part 2

I turned to look in their direction. I thought for sure the young couple would simply leave, totally freaked out by what they’d seen. At least I hadn’t seen them taking any pictures.

They just stood there in stunned silence. I don’t know if it was due to shock or awe. But they never made a move either way.

“Aren’t you going to invite them over?”

“I think they’re too stunned to move. They might bolt if I call out to them.”

“They can stay if they want. Just get the trap back up so I can go again.”

“You don’t have to be so loud about it.”

“I don’t care if they stay or not.” Then she called out, “You two can stay and watch me hang again if you want!”

They both jumped at her words. I thought for a moment that might cause them to leave. But they continued to stand just inside the back doorway to the saloon.

I shook my head as I muttered, “Crazy broad.” Then I went under the gallows to secure the trap back into position.

Olive climbed down and went over to the sack hidden out of sight. I saw her reach in and pull out a set of cuffs. Then she pulled out a large, pink dildo.

I was astonished. “Holy hell! You want to hang right in front of them with that thing up your twat??”

“Why not? My hands are going to be cuffed behind my back. I’m horny for more, baby!”

Olive climbed back up onto the gallows. I came out from underneath, having secured the trap. That’s when I caught her removing her hose and heels.

“Birthday suit?” I asked incredulously. “Now you’re going to hang totally naked in front of them?”

Olive giggled as she replied, “Our guests deserve the complete package. I’m naked already, other than the hose and heels. Besides, I’m so fucking horny knowing they’re over there watching me.”

I climbed back up and reattached the noose so it dangled over the trap. Olive stood directly behind it, allowing it to frame her face. I wanted it to be at a level where it wouldn’t break her neck when she dropped again.

The couple stood quietly in the doorway to the saloon. They were clearly astonished Olive was going to hang again. They were also probably curious about the toys she’d brought out with her.

Olive told me, “I want the dildo deep up my twat, lover. This time I’m not going to be able to play with myself using my hands since I’m going to be cuffed. ‘Lionel’ should be more than enough to push me over the edge. After all, he’s done it several times before.” She giggled as she hefted the toy for emphasis.

I shook my head at her audacity. She didn’t care in the slightest we had a private audience. I think she was more turned on by their presence than anything else.

I looked to confirm the couple was still standing there. The young woman had blonde hair that went down to her protruding breasts. She wore a white blouse with a pastel mint-green skirt that stopped just above her knees.

Her companion was in a light blue tank top and shorts. His hair was short and blonde. I got the impression they were from some European country, perhaps here on vacation.

I finished securing the rope. Then I drew close to my girlfriend. I got a playful grope in my crotch, confirming my cock was stiff and throbbing.

Olive grinned as she chuckled. “You should be naked when you hang me. Besides, I think ‘Oliver’ needs to be let out to breathe.”

Her and her nicknames for things. I just rolled my eyes. Then I shook my head as I quietly told her, “I don’t think so.”

Immediately she turned toward that young couple. “Hey! You don’t care if my lover is naked when he hangs me again, do you?”

“Olive??” I was mortified.

She laughed as I looked over at them. Neither one uttered a word of protest. They didn’t move so much as an inch either. Were they really all that curious about us??

Olive urged me with an excited nudge. “Quick, before more tourists show up. I want you to be naked when you hang me. I want to see ‘Oliver’s’ excitement. Besides, I don’t think they care.”

“Damn you!”

“Just do it!”

I shook my head again as I hurriedly undressed. I must admit it felt good to bring ‘Oliver’ out of confinement. He was stiff and dripping.

She handed over the toy and cuffs. She’d been holding them in her hand the entire time. “Do it!” she quietly begged. “Make a show of it; ok? C’mon, lover! You have no idea how turned on I am right now! Do it right in front of them!”

I took the cuffs and toy from her. I looked right at that couple as I jerked an arm behind her back. Then I clatched a cuff onto her right wrist before bringing the other arm around in back and securing them together.

The young duo continued to stare at us in amazement. They didn’t seem quite as frightened as before. I think they’d mostly overcome their shock and were simply curious to see just how crazy us Americans acted things out right here in Old West ghost towns.

I pulled the noose down around Olive’s head. I’d tied it a bit high, and she had to rise up a little on her feet for me to get it around her throat. Then I snugged the knot next to her left ear.

She suddenly called out, “You two can come closer if you want! Come and watch this slut hang!” I just winced at her words.

All sorts of negative thoughts surged through my head. How much trouble were we going to find ourselves in if we kept this up? Would the young couple report us to the authorities?

To my surprise they stepped out of the doorway and came closer. Olive gasped excitedly for breath. Apparently they really wanted to watch me hang her again.

“You asked for it,” I muttered under my breath. Then I pushed ‘Lionel’ against her opening, twisting it to get it started. She gasped and moaned as she wriggled upon the trap.

“How about you, lover?” she gasped with a whimper. “Is ‘Oliver’ excited too?”

“Do you need to ask?” Then I pressed my erection into her ass for confirmation, making her moan again.

The young couple had drawn closer. They had a great view of the two of us standing naked on the gallows. There was certainly no point holding anything back now.

I was strangely aroused as I ran my hands all over Olive’s bare skin. She gasped and moaned as I groped her boobs before fingering her swollen nub. She stared at our guests before moaning, “Oh fucking hell, John! Just do it already!”

I walked over to the lever out of her line of sight as before. I paused to look at that couple for a long moment. Then I loudly proclaimed, “For being such a fucking whore, I sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul, because I sure as hell won’t!”

Olive inhaled sharply. I think she actually started to orgasm. Then I pulled the lever.

The trap folded away underneath her with a loud noise. Olive cried out as she dropped a couple inches. I prayed the drop, like last time, wouldn’t be enough to cause permanent damage.

Right away she began to kick and struggle. She shimmied and gyrated like a dangling snake as her hands jerked and flexed behind her back. Then she humped the air as though enthusiastically fucking ‘Lionel’.

That young couple stared in complete and utter shock. I was sure the male was sporting a noticeable bulge. To my surprise, his golden haired companion instinctively reached down and self-consciously grabbed her crotch through her skirt.

Olive let out a rasp as she swung back and forth. She really writhed and gyrated as she kicked a little. Seeing the couple staring at her in wide-eyed wonder only seemed to turn her on even more.

I walked around toward the side of the gallows so she could see me standing there observing her dance. I grabbed my erection and visibly stroked myself. Olive went nuts as she kicked and shuddered even more.

I stroked hard and fast. I finally shot my load in her direction. It fell through the opening in the trap, although I think a couple drops hit her legs.

She gushed fluid as she climaxed hard. That’s when I rushed over to the rope and freed the knot where I’d secured it. I tried to maintain the tension as I reached out to grab her, hoping the two of us wouldn’t tumble through the trap and break our necks.

Once more she fell on top of me. We both landed rather hard. Then I rushed to loosen the noose from around her throat.

She hitched and shuddered on top of me as she rasped, “OH GAWDDDDDD – FUCK! Take it out – take it out!”

I pulled the toy out of her, allowing her to begin to settle down as I held on to her. She panted heavily as the two of us struggled to get our breath back. Then I looked over at our private audience.

They were still standing there in amazement. The female seemed to be panting as though trying to get her breath back. Her companion stared at us in utter disbelief.

The young woman finally spoke in a quivering voice. “I… I can’t believe you hanged her twice!”

“Olive is crazy,” I explained. “It’s sort of a fetish with her. We’ve played games like this many times before. But lately she’s been wanting to find a real gallows out in the great outdoors.”

“The orgasms are incredible!” Olive added as she panted for breath. Then she winced as she gasped, “Fuck; another aftershock!” She whimpered as she shuddered briefly before settling down again.

The young man asked, “Isn’t that a little dangerous?”

Olive smiled back at him. “I keep telling John to hang me and leave me dangling somewhere. But I think he’s too much in love with me for that. Maybe someday though. I’m still hoping.”

“It’s very risky,” I added as I scowled at her. I noted their accents were clearly American. “I keep telling her it’s not a good idea. But she just keeps pushing the envelope.”

Olive giggled. “Who knows? Maybe someday they’ll read about me.”

“Darling; you are so fucking crazy!”

“So why do you keep sticking around and humoring me? You get so damned hard whenever you hang me, and you know it! It turns you on just as much as it arouses me.”

“How dangerous?” the young woman suddenly asked from out of the blue. I could see a questioning look in her expression.

“Ashlynn, what are you doing?” Her companion frowned at her as though sensing what she had in mind.

She turned to look at him. “Aidan, I just want to know is all. There’s no one else around, is there? Besides, they did it!” and she pointed right at us.

She looked at us for a long moment. Then she quietly asked, “Would it be possible? Could you… I mean… would you help me experience a hanging for myself?”

2020 (Written Dec 27 ’20 by riwa)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

One orgasm too many 4.5 (70)

Posted on May 30, 2022 by riwa

Adele was restless. She was exhausted, but she couldn’t seem to nod off. It occurred to her that a good orgasm might help her fall asleep.

She thought about calling her boyfriend. But it was late. As much as he probably would have been willing to come over, she didn’t want to disturb him at this hour, especially if he was already in bed.

Wearing only her nylons, she walked to the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. She was careful not to drink anything that might keep her awake. She knew better than to consume any caffeine.

She walked back through the house, pausing to look at the dining room. Her eyes drifted upward to the hook in the ceiling. Normally it contained a dangling plant. But that was before she’d enjoyed that recent session with the noose.

Adele studied the hook, remembering the orgasms from last time. She’d damn near strangled herself. But the orgasms had been fantastic. What’s more, she’d fallen asleep barely a minute after her head had hit the pillow.

Adele found herself going to the closet and retrieving the noose she’d used from last time. She went back to the dining room, pausing to collect the wooden stool. Something told her this might not be the smartest idea, especially after last time. But she just couldn’t sleep.

She climbed the stool and threaded the rope through the hook in the ceiling. Then she leaned into it, testing her weight. The hook seemed solid as before, not that she intended to strain it that much.

Adele looped the noose around her neck, snugging it up tight. She left the other end dangling free. Then she started touching herself all over.

She imagined she’d been condemned to hang naked for her crimes in medieval France. It was probably because she’d fucked someone she wasn’t supposed to. It gave her some nice tingles as she thought about it.

Adele grabbed the loose end of the rope. Then she gave it a pull. Her tingles increased as she partially strangled herself.

She worked her button as she tried to choke herself. It felt pretty damned good. But she wanted a little bit more.

She looked up toward the ceiling, studying the hook. Then she removed the noose from around her neck. It was time to carry things just a little bit further.

She tied the rope off, adding a sense of danger to her play. Then she climbed back onto the stool. She had to stretch upward on the balls of her feet in order to loop the noose back around her neck.

Adele touched and fingered herself as she felt the coil tighten around her throat. She bent her knees a little, adding some strangulation to her play. It gave her pussy an urgent tingle.

Yup; this was going to work just fine. It was just what she needed to tire herself out. A couple of orgasms, and she’d be out like a light.

Adele thrust a couple of fingers into her dripping slit. Now she was sufficiently aroused. It felt wonderful, imagining herself condemned to death by suffering through a painful strangulation in the noose.

She worked a little cum out of her trembling form. Adele sighed with pleasure. That had felt good. But she wanted something a little stronger before she went back to bed.

Adele reached up and carefully worked the noose off from around her neck. Then she climbed down off the stool. She had something in mind that should help give her a more impressive orgasm.

She went to the bedroom and opened a drawer. There she retrieved her pink vibrator. She’d gotten off to it many times before. Tonight, the noose would help it intensify her pleasure.

She took it back with her to the dining room. Once more she climbed up onto the stool, the vibrator in hand. Then she grabbed the noose, stretched herself up, and looped it back around her neck.

She tightened it until it felt nice and snug. The tingles returned in a rush. This time she was sure the orgasms would sufficiently exhaust her.

She turned on the toy and began vibrating it back and forth across her swollen nub. It made her inhale sharply. Her pussy dripped as she gasped and moaned.

She held off inserting the vibrator inside her. She wanted to wait until she’d given herself a few clitoral orgasms. Then she would cum powerfully once she slid the toy inside her.

Adele rubbed the toy back and forth over her protruding nub. It gave her erotic tingles something fierce. Clit stimulation was usually needed during her sexual sessions, either by herself or with a lover.

She could feel the first one rapidly approaching. She bent her knees, allowing the noose to tighten around her throat. The asphyxiation was enough to set her off.

She shuddered in orgasm, wincing with pleasure. Then it passed. She stood erect, panting loudly for breath.

She only paused a moment before attacking her clit again. Once more she rubbed the toy back and forth over it. Then she dutifully bent her knees, imagining she was hanging for the crime of fucking the king’s son.

The noose tightened as her pussy dripped and throbbed. Adele edged for as long as she could hold it back. Then she shuddered again as another orgasm swept through her.

She stood upright, panting heavily for breath. Now the noose felt uncomfortably snug. One or two more and she would get down, go to bed, and be off with the fairies in blissful slumber.

She turned the vibrator up as she slid it into her wet opening. She heard it squish as she worked it in and out. The vibrations drove her wild.

She gasped and moaned as she writhed upon the stool. Once more she bent her knees, allowing the noose to gloriously constrict around her throat. The asphyxiation was intoxicating.

She rasped as the noose tightened. A moment later she shuddered hard in orgasm. Damn; that had been a good one!

She thought about ending her little session. Things were going so well. She’d cum pretty hard during that last one.

Now she was getting tired. But she loved the orgasms generated by the toy and the rope. She figured one more ought to just about do it.

She worked her swollen nub with the vibrator, moaning as tingles ricocheted through her body. Her pussy was slickened from her flowing juices. Fluids ran down her nyloned legs while also dripping onto the stool.

She slid the sex toy up into her slit. The vibrations drove her half-mad. It felt absolutely wonderful!

She winced as she pushed the toy in deep. The vibrator came in contact with her g-spot. Adele shuddered violently with pleasure.

‘One more,’ she told herself as she tried to catch her breath. That one had felt so good that she wasn’t ready to stop. Just one more orgasm.

Adele felt the discomfort from the tightened noose around her neck. She moved her feet to ease the strain as she started to slide the toy back inside. That’s when her foot slipped on a slick spot on the stool.

She reacted instinctively by jerking in the opposite direction. Her feet slipped again as the stool went over. That’s when she lost her hold on the vibrator.

In an instant, the noose took her full weight. Her throat was all but closed off. Her eyes flew open in surprise at the situation she found herself in.

Her feet kicked as she searched for the stool beneath her. But it was lying on its side. She couldn’t reach it with her toes.

Instinctively she reached up to grab for the rope around her throat. Adele began to shimmy and shake as it swelled within her. She was going to cum again, but she needed to breathe!

Without even thinking, a hand went down to finger her button. She was on the verge of a massive orgasm. She couldn’t breathe, but she was so damned close!

Her chest heaved as she tried to take a breath. Her need to survive outweighed her desire to cum. Her hands reached up to claw at the noose around her throat. Then the orgasm hit full-on.

Adele shimmied and shuddered as her knees jerked upward. It had the unfortunate effect of tightening the noose until it closed off her throat. Her last orgasm was so powerful that it battered her senseless.

Her arms dropped to hang limp at her sides. She found herself struggling to regain consciousness, and her vision was failing. She couldn’t feel anything beneath her hips anymore.

Muscles fired as her arms twitched haphazardly. Adele tried to reach up for the noose around her throat. But her hands refused to function.

She sensed more than felt her bladder giving way, urine dribbling onto the dining room floor. She had a mess she was going to have to clean up in the morning. But she was so tired. Why couldn’t she breathe??

For a brief moment she had clarity of mind. The last thought that went through her head was, “Uh-oh. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone for that last or—” Then consciousness faded away as she gently swayed and twisted in the noose.

 

Her eventual discovery would cause a debate between those who knew her as to whether or not her hanging was accidental or deliberate. The vibrator lying on the floor would only add fuel to the discussion.

2021 (written April 14 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the cartoon by Smigca I found and included as an illustration. Bonus illustration by Gallows Girl Amy.)

Posted in Asphyxia Stories | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 3.8 (10)

Posted on May 27, 2022 by riwa

Another chapter to Donna’s shore leave.
Another Mr. Wayne chapter.
Another chapter to the Legend of Whittaker Manor.
A bathtub surprise.
Flirting goes wrong.
The tidal stakes on Santamos Island are used.
She teases her step-brother, and it backfires.
An afternoon smoke and a soak (no joke).
Apnea girl rides the wheel.
He’s there for an exchange of souls in the pool.
Janet has a very special noose scene in a movie.
And anything else I might choose to post next month.

April stories/rewards will fall off at the end of May to make room for June rewards.

There are certainly a lot of things happening in the world around us. Some of them spark story ideas. But often, I find myself thinking, “I don’t want to write that story.”

Sometimes, it’s a negative thought. Sometimes, it’s a lot of negative thoughts. I can feel it affecting me; I can actually feel my stomach wanting to twist into knots. So I mentally tell myself, “I don’t want to write that story.”

Losing my lease? I don’t want to write that story. Something bad happening to mom? Don’t want to write that story. Something bad happening to me? Don’t want to write that story either. A food shortage meaning I might run out of food? I don’t even want to write that story. And what about something bad happening to people I care about… there goes my stomach into knots again from all that worrying.

If this is affecting me, I suspect it may be affecting some of you as well. There are verses in the Bible that are written for things like this. They often help calm me down. I’ll share them here with you on the off-chance some of you may need a little bit of encouragement not to worry so much. After all, worrying is bad for your health; right? So I’ll share them here as my way of saying “try not to worry as much as I seem to want to” and “thank you so much for being my patrons”.

Luke 12:25-31
New International Version
25 Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life? 26 Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?
27 “Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 28 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! 29 And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. 30 For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. 31 But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.

Posted in Riwas Reads | Leave a comment

Synchro Tryout 3 4.5 (117)

Posted on May 25, 2022 by riwa

Cyndi Jacobs skulled at the surface of the pool in the deep end. She waited patiently as she got her breath back, expecting to be called back down. But there was no command from assistant coach Rick Riley over the underwater sound system.

Her body thrummed from her recent orgasm. She’d just experienced it while being upside down holding her breath on the pool bottom. She had even fingered herself for Riley’s amusement.

What was he going to make her do now? Had she earned a tryout in front of Coach Johnson? If Rick said a girl was good enough, it usually meant the appointment with the head coach was mostly a formality.

Should she break from skulling at the surface? She peered down into the water, trying to see into the observation window. But it was dark, revealing nothing.

Cyndi took a chance by doing a little practice routine. She skulled upside, holding her legs straight up as she held her breath. Then she allowed herself to descend.

She got enough of a look inside the observation window to see the room beyond was empty. There was no sign of Coach Riley. Where the hell had he gone? That didn’t mean her tryout with him was over, did it?

She slowly did a roll as she headed for the surface. If he was watching from somewhere, she wanted him to think she was serious about this tryout. Then she came up and took a breath.

“What’s the matter, Jacobs? Can’t get enough of holding your breath?”

She turned to see the assistant coach standing at the shallow end on the edge of the pool. She began swimming toward him. That’s when he barked, “Back to the wall, Jacobs! Swim to me underwater!”

‘Hardass,’ she thought irritably as she turned and swam back to the wall. She filled her lungs and submerged.

Cyndi kicked off the wall and began pulling with her arms. She wasn’t sure Riley was giving her a tryout as much as he was using her for his own sadistic amusement. But she really wanted to make the Aquastars synchro team.

She looked up right before she reached the wall. It was a good thing she did. She almost ran into Coach Riley who was now standing in the water.

She came up panting for breath as he asked, “You like being underwater; eh, Jacobs?”

“Yes, coach; I really do. That’s why I want to be on this team.”

“Can you hold your breath long enough?”

For a moment she was indignant. She’d just held her breath three minutes while fingering herself and cumming for his benefit out in the deep end! Hadn’t he been watching??

“Yes, coach,” she nodded meekly. Being submissive was probably her best response. Any kind of smart remark might jeopardize her tryout.

“Prove it!”

He pushed down on her head. Cyndi was forced to her knees. She released a few bubbles as she settled in holding her breath.

Another forced breath-hold. Great; just great! Was this a tryout for the team or for his own personal, sadistic pleasures?

Cyndi decided she had nothing to lose. She really wanted to make the synchro team. If submitting to Coach Riley’s sadistic amusements got her there, then she was 100% committed to that.

As she held her breath, she could not help seeing a noticeable bulge in coach’s trunks. She was pretty sure it was all on her account. But she was not the least bit offended. If turning him on meant making the team, then by all means… bring it on!

She could feel the strain in her lungs. Cyndi began to lose bubbles out of her mouth and nose. Coach was really keeping her down a long time!

He suddenly let go of her head. Cyndi shot up gasping for breath. Coach pointed at the far wall and demanded she swim over and back on one breath.

Cyndi nodded as she inhaled deeply. Then she submerged. She launched herself off the wall, pulling with her arms.

It was not a long swim. But it was long enough after not getting enough surface time to catch her breath. She would have to prove to coach she was not a risk for shallow-water blackout.

She reached the wall, did a flip and then kicked off with her feet without surfacing. Cyndi made the swim back. But she could feel it in her lungs when she came up for a breath right in front of coach.

“Another breath-hold, Jacobs! Make yourself useful!” Then he pushed down on her head.

‘Make herself useful??’ Was that a command or a suggestion? Cyndi wasn’t sure.

She saw the tempting bulge right in front of her. It certainly couldn’t hurt her chances, could it? Was that what he was implying? Cyndi decided to chance it by working his trunks down.

She grabbed onto the erection that sprang free. Then she started licking the tip. She mouthed and played with it, deciding maybe it was her turn to tease him for a while.

His hands came off her head. He was no longer forcing her. Instead, a hand rested on her shoulder, gently pushing her down.

She licked the tip of the shaft, feeling his cock twitch in her grasp. Cyndi lustfully ran a hand over her left breast. Now she was getting somewhere!

She could feel her arousal well up inside her. She didn’t mind so much being forced to “practice” like this. Besides, it was a lot easier than holding one’s position upside down while keeping one’s legs and toes ramrod straight.

She stayed down while teasing him, using her lips and tongue without taking him into her mouth. She heard a sigh from up at the surface. It made her smile inwardly.

He suddenly jerked her up to the surface. “Another lap, Jacobs! Underwater to the wall and back!”

“Yes, coach.”

Cyndi filled her lungs before submerging. Damn him! Just when she was really making him twitch!

She made it to the wall and did a flip without surfacing for a breath. Her lungs were hurting when she got back. She burst up and gasped loudly for breath.

“Another breath-hold, Jacobs!”

“Yes, coach.”

Cyndi submerged to her knees. Instantly she grabbed onto his exposed shaft. It had softened a little, but she knew how to take care of that.

She licked and nibbled, teasing him some more. She felt him twitch in her grasp. Now she had some sort of control over him, or at least a certain part of him.

She licked and nibbled as she gently stroked him. He quickly became nice and hard. Now she was the one doing the “coaching”, training his little member to submit.

He tried to thrust a little. She just backed off. When he stopped thrusting, she went back to licking the tip of his shaft.

Cyndi felt a surge of erotic tingles flow through her. Now this was how a private training session was supposed to go! She could easily get into these kinds of practice sessions.

She delayed taking him into her mouth. He’d pushed her a lot this afternoon. She was bound and determined to get in a little payback of her own.

He looked down at her as she came off his erection. “Is that the way it’s going to be, Jacobs? Then give me another lap!” He was half-smiling when he said it.

She popped up and gasped sharply. “Coach, I need to catch my…”

“Now, Jacobs!”

Cyndi crammed as much air into her lungs as possible. Then she submerged and kicked off the wall. Damned hardass!

She swam to the end, turned around and came back, her lungs straining the entire time. She burst up right in front of him, panting like crazy. She could see the look of frustration in his expression.

Cyndi could not help grinning a little. “Something funny, Jacobs?” Then he forced her below the surface.

Coach Riley grabbed her head. Then he thrust his cock hard between her lips. Cyndi gagged up bubbles as she took him deep, grabbing his ass to hold on.

There would be no more opportunities to tease the assistant coach. Had she tried his patience a little too much? Cyndi wasn’t sure.

She applied suction as he hit the back of her throat. She could feel herself running out of breath. It felt like he was fucking the air right out of her lungs.

She tried not to release any more bubbles as he kept her submerged. The strain intensified in her chest.

He suddenly pulled her head up out of the water. Cyndi came up gasping and sputtering. “Give me another lap underwater, Jacobs!”

She was not given much time to catch her breath. Cyndi crammed as much air into her lungs as she could. Then she submerged and kicked off the wall.

She made the swim all the way to the deep end of the pool. Her kitty was throbbing, her mouth tingling from the delicious man-meat she’d been feasting upon mere moments ago. Now she wanted to make him cum, no matter what the hell he forced her to do!

She made the turn and swam the return length underwater. She reached Coach Riley and burst up gasping for breath. He just forced her right back down, ramming his cock deep down her throat.

Cyndi grabbed his ass and accepted his meaty member. She could feel him thrust hard and deep into her mouth. She tried not to gag as he hit the back of her throat.

She hadn’t gotten much of a breath after her swim. He was certainly pushing her pretty hard. Her pussy throbbed from the abuse he was putting her lungs through.

He pulled her up until she came up gasping for breath. “You gotta want it, Jacobs!” Was he referring to a spot on the team? Or was he referring to his man-snot?

He pushed her back down onto her knees. Then he began ramming his dick down her throat. Cyndi glubbed up bubbles as she grunted from each thrust.

She grabbed onto his ass and held on. She was going to ride this out all the way to the end. Coach was going to learn she was fully committed and would do whatever it took.

He pulled her up for another breath. Cyndi gasped loudly. “Gimme another lap, Jacobs!”

Cyndi frantically filled her lungs. She swam the length of the pool, hit the wall and made the return on one breath. He was not giving her any chance whatsoever to catch her breath.

She had barely returned and was gasping aloud when he forced her back down onto her knees. He pumped her mouth good and hard until she felt him start to swell between her lips. It filled her with a surge of excitement despite her heaving lungs.

It started jetting into her mouth. Cyndi kept it all inside as she moaned with excitement. Then she slowly pulled off his dick.

She looked up at him and opened her mouth. His cream swirled out as she caressed her breast. Then she smiled as if to say,” How about that, coach?”

She stayed down for as long as she could. He pushed down on her head until she was losing her breath in huge bursts of bubbles. Then he pulled her head up.

She gasped aloud as he pulled his trunks back up. “I’ll be talking to Coach Johnson later today, Jacobs. I think I’m going to tell him I found a new girl who shows all the marks of an eager teammate, willing to do whatever it takes.”

“Thanks, coach,” she panted with a smile.

She watched him climb out of the pool. He got a towel and dried himself off as much as possible. Then he left her alone in the water.

Cyndi was horny after such a crazy workout. She still had the pool to herself. There was still time.

She swam to the deep end where she took several deep breaths, preparing for a long one. Then she submerged. Cyndi went all the way to the bottom.

She flipped herself upside down and then hooked her feet in the ladder. Cyndi Jacobs furiously masturbated. She was desperate for a release as she worked her crotch.

It wasn’t long until she experienced a celebratory orgasm for earning a place on the team. It left her feeling weak and wonderful. That’s when she decided to head back to the surface and call it a day.

2020 (written Nov 13 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by vidcaps from a clip created by JustPaul)

Posted in Picture Stories, Underwater Stories | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Hayley cums underwater 4.3 (44)

Posted on May 20, 2022 by riwa

Hayley was a pureblood aquaphile. The only way she could orgasm was when she was underwater holding her breath.

She learned this at an early age. When she was a teenager she would take baths, submerging herself and holding her breath. Her very first orgasm struck without warning.

On that evening she kept going under while holding her breath in the tub. Her pussy tingled each time she would try to hold her breath longer. On her last breath-hold she stayed submerged until her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving.

It struck without warning. Hayley shuddered hard in orgasm as she spewed the last of her breath away. She was barely able to get her head back up to catch her breath.

She took more baths after that. Every bath involved some element of going under and holding her breath. And each time she experienced the pleasure of a breathless orgasm.

When she got older she made it a point to find a pool, pond, lake or beach to enjoy. It seemed the only way she could cum was if she was holding her breath underwater. Sometimes she used a toy, while other times she simply fingered herself.

Many times she did not even have to touch her crotch while she was underwater holding her breath. Hayley would lie on the bottom of a pool and caress herself all over until she was running out of air. The sensation of breathlessness in an underwater environment usually did the trick.

Hayley married a thirty year old man moving up in a major company. As a result, they bought a house with a backyard pool. For Hayley it was a necessity, resulting in many happy hours underwater.

She tried to be a good wife. Her husband responded by having sex with her in the pool. Being fucked underwater while holding her breath resulted in some of her best orgasms.

Hayley and her husband lived in a northern city. That meant she could not use their pool until summer. She requested a move to a warmer climate, but her husband was needed where they were. However he did resolve to put in a transfer to a southern location.

During the winter months Hayley spent her time cumming underwater in the tub in the master bathroom. But she couldn’t wait for the weather to get warmer. She desperately wanted to use the pool in the back yard.

As the temperatures increased, the pool was cleaned and then filled with water. Hayley always got excited as she looked forward to her first swim. Then the weather changed for the worse.

There were several weeks of below average temperatures. Hayley fumed as she waited for the weather to warm back up. She desperately wanted to get into their backyard pool for a much-needed swim.

In late April there was a warming trend. Temperatures rose to above average. Hayley eagerly prepared for her first swim of the summer season. Then her husband had to travel out of town for several days on business.

She wanted her first swim to occur when he was present and could fuck her underwater. But now that wasn’t possible. Hayley became impatient.

The temperature was supposed to reach 81. The water would still be a little chilly. But Hayley couldn’t wait any longer. The bathtub worked in a pinch, but she wanted total freedom of movement. That could only occur at the bottom of their spacious pool.

At 11am Hayley eagerly went into their back yard. Then she deliberately stripped out of all her clothes. She was aroused and trembling as she looked with longing at the calm surface of their pool.

Hayley went right to the deep end. Then she eagerly dove into the water with her arms outstretched. The shock of cool water enveloping her trembling, naked body was almost enough to set her off.

She swam around, frequently submerging to move along the bottom. She was becoming more aroused by the minute. And she was becoming acclimatized to the water temperature.

Up at the surface Hayley inhaled deeply. Then she submerged to the pool floor in the deep end. She rolled onto her back and began caressing herself all over. It felt wonderful; winter had been much too long!

She couldn’t believe how aroused she was. It had been so long since she’d been in a pool. The last time had been back in January when she and her husband had spent the night in a motel with an indoor pool.

Hayley rubbed and touched herself all over. But she avoided any contact with her crotch. She wanted to tease herself until she could build up toward an explosion of pleasure.

She stayed down for as long as she could. The cooler water made it a challenge. Hayley surfaced and gasped for breath, eager to return to the depths and the orgasm she craved.

She filled her lungs and then went back down. Once more she stretched out flat on her back on the pool floor. She rubbed her breasts as she tipped her head back, enjoying the pleasurable sensations.

It felt wonderful; it had been so long. Hayley writhed and squirmed with pleasure. She simply could not help herself.

She wriggled around as she reveled in the glorious sensations. Her body tingled with excitement. Her lungs heaved gently as she held her breath, adding to the thrill of being submerged.

It was too bad her husband was not there. She could have used a good, hard underwater fuck. Hayley couldn’t wait until he got home so she could jump his bones in the pool.

She was forced to surface again. Her lungs were heaving; she’d really pushed herself. She could tell she was getting closer to that pleasurable eruption.

Hayley surfaced and gasped for breath. She inhaled deeply, wanting to stay down longer. Heaving lungs would result in a massive orgasm, the kind she was craving right about now.

She filled her lungs and then swam to the bottom. Hayley rolled over onto her back and started rubbing herself all over again. It felt incredible.

She writhed and bubbled as she arched her back. She caressed and fondled herself as the sensations swelled within her. This one was going to be massive.

Her hair flowed all about her head as she wriggled and twisted from side to side. Her body had finally adjusted to the coolness of the water. She decided she would have to experience more than one climax before her underwater session was over.

She slipped her arms behind her back as she arched her back. If only her husband were here to fuck her now. She was so aroused she could almost feel him entering her.

Hayley lifted her head up as she groped and fondled her breasts. She wriggled and squirmed as though she could not contain herself. She lost a few bubbles as she groaned with ecstasy.

Hayley reached down close to her crotch. She was tingling like crazy. She had to ease off or she would have exploded right then and there.

She was getting close; it was starting to swell within her. She decided there was no point in holding it back. She wanted to cum on this one.

She was running out of breath; she was almost there. Hayley pushed her breath-holding limits. She wanted to be almost out of air when it hit.

Ohgawd – ohgawd – ohgawd – ohgawd; fuck – fuck – fuck – FUCK! Hayley needed to return to the surface. But she was so damned close!

Ohgawd – ohgawd – fuck-fuck-fuck – IT’S HERE! Hayley winced and shuddered as she spewed her breath away. It was so massive that it totally blotted out her senses.

Hayley was aware of nothing but an intense surge of pleasure. It was so overwhelming it almost seemed too much. Hayley’s lungs were on fire, yet she didn’t want to surface. She wanted to stay down and luxuriate in the sensations.

Her lungs heaved in her chest. Hayley decided it was time to return to the surface. Then her lungs heaved again.

She winced and grunted as s second more devastating orgasm overwhelmed her. She shuddered hard as pleasure flowed hotly through her body. Her nipples were so erect that they actually hurt.

Hayley had no idea when her lungs gave out. One second she was shuddering in orgasm. The next she was hitching and gurgling, her back arched in agony.

She tried to flail for the surface. But she couldn’t seem to make her arms move. Her lungs were empty; it felt like she weighed a ton.

She went into little seizures as she coughed up bubbles. Her back continued to arch as her arms stretched out on the pool bottom. Her palms were flat as though she was trying to grab onto something to ease the sweet agony of her deadly surrender.

The sensations lessened. There was a heaviness in her chest. But her naked body thrummed with sexual aftershocks.

She tried to breathe, but couldn’t. Her lungs hurt like hell. It felt like something heavy was lying flat on her chest.

Haley hitched as she shuddered and gurgled. A few solitary bubbles slipped out past her parted lips. She stared upward in astonishment. Then a look of pleasure filled her features as the life winked out of her eyes.

2020 (written Apr 16 ’20 by riwa)

(Inspired by vidcaps I made from a clip I found.)

Posted in Drowning Stories, Picture Stories | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment