I have to admit, I do like to watch you squirm when you start to panic. You really can’t control it, can you? Your breath starts to pick up just as soon as you see the plastic bag in one hand, and the duct tape in the other. Even though it scares you, this suffocation fetish that you have doesn’t keep you from craving that bag. You want the drag of the plastic against your skin, that particular smell filling up your lungs, the way your skin tightens up over […]