I'm not a fan of snuff porn, but I must admit the infamy it carries fascinates me - how much more sensational the climax gets when you choke the lights out of the victim. Mind you, I haven't seen one legitimately. Not that I'd want to. Maybe if I'd see one in passing. By accident. Then I would't mind. But if I proactively sought one out and viewed it, I might have to rinse my eyes with muriatic acid. Okay, I might be exaggerating. I just don't want to be witness to a murder. Just the sex and the climax should be fine. That magical moment when the orgasm escorts the life out of the victim. It's said to be precious.
I'd like to have that moment.
And preferably survive it too. I don't really fancy the thought of trying it out with a stranger, and the people I trust enough with my life aren't exactly the people I wanna touch that way either. Okay, maybe there's one or two, but one or both can't because they're committed. So we go for best effort.
I hold my breath.
Update - Three attempts throughout the day and it's just really silly.
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