I consider myself a sexually liberated woman. I love Erotica and write erotic romance. Blindfolds, handcuffs, honey and feathers sound wonderful. But I’m chicken shit when it comes to pain. I don’t like pain. (Giving birth was about all I could take.)

That’s why I guess it hard for me to put my brain around erotic asphyxiation. For many, it’s a rush.

Asphyxiation is a way to get off, or experience a more fulfilling orgasm. Having someone choke me, or trying to cut off my oxygen supply doesn’t turn me on.

What people do is their business, of course. However, when it becomes public speculation (i.e. David Carradine and Michael Hutchence from INXS, who reportedly died during autoerotic asphyxiation) people will start to wonder.

I had a talk with a group of friends. For the most part, they’re open minded individuals, and they all agreed. Asphyxiation is a scary way to get off.

I know I couldn’t do it. Please. Someone would find my crazy behind after the fact, and have plenty to talk about when I’m gone. “Girl, she had the cord wrapped around the computer …”

Oh, and you won’t see any of my heroes or heroines indulge in erotic asphyxiation. I’ve already had that talk with them. (But a few of them have informed me that they will strangle someone if a loved one’s’ life is threatened.)

IMHO, I think the best orgasm comes when you’re with someone (s) and you’re completely in sync. Sex is heightened when you can test the waters without fear of making a mistake, or doing it in such a way that can be life endangering.

Whether it’s spanking, a threesome or swinging from a chandelier—whatever you do, be safe about it. Kinky is fine, as long as you know what you’re doing. That’s why in BDSM, there’s a safe word. I don’t recall hearing about a safe word with self-asphyxiation.

We all have our likes and dislikes. Whatever you do, be careful and enjoy.