really love having hands on my neck. not even choking, just a casual, familiar touch. a light squeeze on the back of my neck when we kiss, holding me against you. come up behind me with a hug and settle your hand over my throat when I lean into you. run your fingers up the side of my neck. leave me bruises where my pulse beats and press them after so you can feel my heart pounding beneath your touch. i’ll bare my throat to you so sweetly, love, if you reach out for what’s yours.

















