A peek into the world of BDSM

I had no idea I had an interest in BDSM until the first time J put his hands around my throat while he fucked me.
We had met online, I was the girl he and his girlfriend invited into their bed to spice things up (and in hindsight, subconsciously attempt to repair the cracks in their relationship). The threesome itself was good, nothing out of the ordinary and J and I stayed in touch sporadically. When their relationship hit the rocks, he and I started to see each other casually.
J was stocky, covered in tattoos and had been in prison for assault in the past. I wouldn’t say I was someone who specifically went for “bad boys”, but he certainly fit the cliché. After we had casually hooked up a few times he started to get rougher and more forceful in bed, pushing me back onto the bed and pinning my arms down, fingering me roughly without warning, pulling my hair.
Maybe he saw something in me that I didn’t even know was there.
One night, while doing what we always did, he pinned me to the bed and started to ram his cock into me rougher and harder than usual.
Before I had a chance to realise, he had his hands around my throat and was choking me while he fucked me. I still remember the way his hands felt around my neck and the way he glared at me and said “this is what you want it, this is how you like it, isn’t it?”.
The next day I was scared and confused by what I felt – I thought I was this strong willed, equal rights feminist, and yet being choked and called a slut the night before turned me on and got me hotter than any other sex in my life.

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The sexual adventures of an experimental 20-something.
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