One time when I was seventeen a boy I was sleeping with put his hand around my throat during sex and wrapped his other hand in a fistful of my hair. I stopped moving entirely, frozen, confused and so instantly turned on that my brain seemed to shut off for a second (I realize now this is kinda my normal reaction to a fistful of hair and a hand on my throat. Brain shuts up, body kicks in and complete obedience follows. Odd, and yummy.) Seventeen year old me processed this as something dangerous (which given our age, inexperience, and relationship it probably was, but still) and dirty and I was humiliated and mortified.
"What are you doing?" I asked. "Some girls like this." "Well I don't."
And that was the end of that. During the five years that were to follow we had the most lackluster, vanilla, terrible, sex life ever had by two people actually having sex. I'm pretty sure that is verifiable. Look it up. He never tried again. I never asked him too, either. Never pulled my hair, held me down, spanked me, even in jest. Polite indifference was the name of the game. I wonder what our relationship and my life would look like had I said then, "wow, this is hot. Lets explore THAT reaction."
I wonder if he does WIITWD to his new girl, although to be honest, that one SCREAMS Domme. So maybe she does it to him. Talk about morbid curiosity, lol.
