What A Crappy, Unoriginal Fucking Title

wearemostaliveindreams:

     “Choke me,” she said.

     I wrapped my left hand around her throat and pushed down.

     “Harder.”

     I pushed.

     “Harder,” she gasped and her face was turning red.

     I’ve never been so worried about another human being than when my hand was wrapped around her neck, veins and eyes in danger of coming loose and hosing me down with great spurts of blood from her fragile heart.

     Orgasms come with a price tag.

     This is romance.

(via mutteringsofstatic)