I read Gary Kadet’s D/S: An Anti-Love Story, and almost wished I hadn’t. Well, not really but the damn thing sent me on a mission to read all the stuff this man wrote. That led me to Breath Control, a book Michael Kelland John Hutchence perhaps penned from the grave, using Kadet as a telepathic keyboard.
Yes, the book is about how partial suffocation makes sex a gas. If those kicks were good enough for David Carradine, there were damn well good enough for Bob Plumose, our otherwise normally aspirating protagonist. Bob is sufficiently expert at the depravation game (hint, don’t try to partially hang yourself unattended) to see the errors of his Hypoxic ways. Is this enlightenment in time to save his skin? I’d have to be an a-hole to spill those beans. Okay, I am an asshole, but not a total dick.