I have admittedly never really understood the desire to have breath flow restricted. I’m not judging, mind you. What consenting adults do is their own business. I’ve just never fancied myself as being one to be interested in any of the various iterations of oxygen deprivation. However, a recent experience may have made me rethink my position. I had positioned my partner on the edge of the bed, lying on her back, legs pulled up to her chest. I had my knees on the floor and my face buried in her pussy. This is my happy place, and I was going after it with all my usual enthusiasm. We have an extensive history together. I could tell she was close to orgasm, and she was getting there. Bringing women to orgasm via oral sex has always been a major turn-on for me. I really enjoy it. So much so, that it’s a regular occurrence for me to give myself a few quick strokes and cum right along with her. However, that wasn’t my plan for this evening. I had been fantasizing all day about jerking off onto her tits, and that’s what I intend to do just as soon as I got her off one last time. I had all the signs that she was right on the edge. Heavy, erratic breathing. Abdominal convulsions. Shaking. Quivering. Moaning. Whimpering. I could feel her pussy repeatedly contracting. I thought the finish line was imminent. I began to suck harder on her clit. I reached down and gave my cock a few quick strokes, intending to be ready to stand up and shoot my load on her as soon as she was done. This is where things went a bit off-script. She was taking a bit longer than usual. Normally, this is no problem at all. I’ll stay down there for hours. The problem here was that I had envisioned things going a certain way, and I had edged myself nearly to the point of no return in service of that vision. Realizing that my plan was going sideways, I left off stroking my cock and redoubled my efforts on her. I lapped and sucked her pussy like my life depended on it. Fatigue was setting in a bit. Then, finally…she goes into what she later describes as “the biggest orgasm ever.” I suppose I had gotten caught up in the moment. I say that I suppose, because, honestly, I’m fuzzy on the details. At around the point that she screamed out that she was cumming, I was feeling the initial effects of oxygen deprivation. With a background in Brazilian jiu-jitsu and MMA, I know what it feels like to struggle for air. I told myself to hang in there for a few more seconds, just to finish her off. My first miscalculation was how long I could “hang in there”. The second was being unaware of the effect of oxygen deprivation on sexual pleasure. As my vision narrowed, strangely, my arousal built. It was both torture and bliss. I cupped her ass cheeks with both hands and tilted her hips up. I shoved my tongue as deep into her as I could. My right thumb was pressed against her asshole, and I could feel it pulsating as she came. My balls tightened. My cock jerked and slapped against my stomach. I didn’t need to look down to know that I was erupting in ropes. That was essentially my last fully lucid memory until a few moments later. At some point, I collapsed into my back on the floor. I was pulled out of my post-orgasm dreamworld by the sensation of her hand softly rubbing my cock. I felt her thumb press my frenulum to milk out the last few drops of cum. I look up to see her lying on her stomach on the edge of the bed, her left hand reaching out to me, her right hand concealed under her hips, and I assume picking up where I left off. “I think I passed out for a second”, I say. “Yeah? Was it worth it?” “Hell yes!”