THIS IS A TRUE STORY

Even in my early childhood, I was fascinated with asphyxia, including the sexual aspects. When I was four or five, I spent most of my time with Rebeckah, the girl down the street. Whether we were playing, hanging out, or making out, we knew how to have fun when we were very young.

One night, I slept over her house. I was a child and she, a few years older than me, was starting to develop quite the body on her. I was most fascinated with the neck. Her soft, long neck was my fantasy day and night. I left wrestling with her, because it gave me an opportunity to squeeze that neck, although I never took it too far, until…

I was at her house, late in the evening. I remembered what I had observed earlier that day, when I witnessed a kid dragging another kid by the throat in elementary school. I wanted to do that to her.

As soon as I got the perfect opportunity, I seized it. I approached her from behind and began to enclose on her throat with my arms. I locked in a powerful sleeper, and swept her off her feet. Dragging her across the floor, I watched her breath become short, her body become weak, her face become red, and her eyes start to tear. She gasped for air, but my childhood playmate did not deserve it.

I continued to drag her across her room. Her arms were wailing about, and she was gripping my arms, attempting to losen my hold. She tried to breathe, but her attempts failed, and she slowly began to drift away.

Finally, I let go. She fell to the ground, coughed and hacked, holding and gently rubbing her throat. She stayed on the ground, coughing and crying, hurt and humiliated. She picked herself off her feet and stood in front of her mirror, lightly touching the marks on her throat.

I assumed that she would be mad. I thought that she would never want to talk to me again…

She faced me and started wrestling again. She enjoyed it!