Choking Stories

As we snuggle on the couch to watch a movie, his hand slides into my dress and onto my breast, resting comfortably around it. I lay my head on his chest, in the crook of his shoulder, and gaze at the screen. A contented sigh, a small wriggle to get comfortable. Bliss. He leans down and nuzzles my head, he likes my fuzzy hair. A small kiss on my forehead. A small mew escapes my lips and I wriggle again. Blissful. The movie...