Figured I'd repost my stories from the last board. I have more planned, but haven't had the time/mood to write them.

Dangerous Urges [Asphyxiation, hanging, autoerotic]

For some people being able to achieve an orgasm was not a difficult task, although it could be considered a chore at times. For her however it had grown more and more difficult to get that release. At most she was able to achieve broken, failed or ruined climaxes that only made one more frustrated, as there was all the build up only for nothing in return. With this in mind she had sought a way to get the release she needed.

What she had found was mostly by accident, skimming things and trying to find something that stood out. Something stood out as she saw intrigued her to the point of arousal which most things did not. She would try what she saw slowly at first, building up on things until the lesser had the same problem as her original one where she failed to peak. Every step escalating in the need for release until trying the next thing.

Without fail it worked every time she tried it. The pressure, sensation, and even the pain all pushed her right to that peak needing only a slight push to get over it. She wanted more though having finally found the release she needed, wanted and had sought for seemingly forever. Her endeavors grew more and more risque as it only felt better the more she did, wanting more than a few seconds at a time before falling. Previously having held the rope until she could no longer, and collapsing on release in both ways. Now however she wanted the feeling to last without needing to hold onto it, without needing to worry about falling before she peaked and she found the simplest solution.

The dresser weighed significantly more than she did, was taller than her and fit what she needed. With the rope looped over the top and affixed to the leg all she needed to do was adjust the height by standing on something. A box seemed to work the best in terms of height and support as she adjusted and tested the rope. It took a few adjustments and retying the rope at the base before it was just right, and all that was needed was to test it. She had grown aroused to the point of it being painful while she was setting it up, and would reach her peak within seconds as she stepped off.

Though she wanted more, wanted what came next and what sensation followed more than those few seconds in. As she hung there her limbs began to shake, her coordination disappeared entirely and her head throbbed pleasantly. Though the lack of coordination was preventing her from peaking again and she was so close, so she struggled and tried to continue. Reaching for an ear with a shaking arm as her other managed to hook into place, and the shaking proving to be quite effective in lieu of proper movements. Though that shaking went down to her legs uncontrollably putting her at risk as her foot kicked randomly at the box and her only means of survival.

What had started out as a macabre act just for her to feel release had quickly gone wrong as the rope cut off blood to her brain. Her limbs had begun to move of their own accord, shaking erratically and not doing what she wanted to do. As she strived for another release and what came after the first her hand broke free of its grasp. No matter how hard she tried it wouldn't go where she wanted, and her legs would do the same to a lesser degree.

She wasn't trying to move her legs, but they were moving on their own. As the shaking grew worse her foot would kick at her only means of survival. She noticed this and at first thought it was fine, and that she could still reach it to lift herself alleviating the pressure. The problem was her limbs didn't do what she wanted and that realization became clear when she tried to reach for the box one last time only to knock it completely out of reach. Panic finally began to set in as she realized her mistakes and knew all too well what was to come.

It had already been over a minute and while it was just her weight pulling the rope right she also had been without air or a steady flow of blood to her brain for that long. It only takes two minutes without oxygen for your brain to take damage, and as time quickly approached that her vision began to fade. There were no stars as so many described and her vision simply blurred until it went dark. Her limbs reacted in much the same way going numb until she couldn't feel them anymore and everything else felt cold. Everything except for the aching between her legs that throbbed worse than she had ever felt.

It did not take long for it to end as the loss of blood to her brain quickly shut everything down. While her limbs still moved on their own it was her body trying to free itself of the situation more than anything. The last thing she felt before losing consciousness was that final release she had been seeking. It hit her harder than any previous time before and flooded what remained of her conscious brain with endorphins dulling everything. She would quickly pass out before asphyxiating completely. With nothing further felt or seen and only the void remained before her.