I think the above experience is why I am aware enough during all moments of sex to be able to keep track of first-person narrative at all times.

My god! We've found the perfect narrator! And we're only two comments into the poll. If I did RPF (in that rare and elusive fandom known as LiJoRPS), I would so be writing you in a slash crossover with, hmmm. Is Oz good for you?

(No, really. I wouldn't do that. Although it's probably because, well, I can't write smut, and not so much from any actual morality on my part. You've been reading this LJ long enough that I assume this is no surprise to you.)

And, incidentally, I too have known the horror of having a partner faint on me and very briefly stop breathing. Admittedly, the cause was - let's just go with chemical overindulgence, shall we? - and not asthma, but I do remember the worry, and the fear of explaining it to my parents and several dozen police officers, and also the thought that, really, if someone's going to die from sex, shouldn't it be better sex? So I have sympathy for you on this one.