Death By Desire
That afternoon she was alone in her dorm room. She took a plastic bag from the box of trash can liners she had boughton the way home and placed it over her head. Then she tied a scarf around her neck to hold it in place and lay on her bed to see what would happen. In a short time, she began to breathe faster, a sure sign that the oxygen was going. Sure enough, she began to feel strongly aroused. Her brests, already firm with youth, tensed further. Her nipples felt like soft pebbles beneath her...