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Writer's pictureDee Dickens

Massively Throbbing - Audio Version

This post was very popular when it came out then got a bit lost when I switched to self hosting, so I thought I would resurrect it in this form.


What you might not know is that it was written for the author of Yes, Sir.



Massively Throbbing - Written Version

I have such a crush on a woman I know. A massive, throbby, pulsating crush. She's exactly my type you see, short, rounded, voluptuous, sexy. Every time I see her, I think she must know how wet she makes me just by looking at me with those big eyes and smiling with that full mouth.


Fuck, the things I would like to do to that mouth.


I think about kissing her quite often. About running my tongue over her lips while breathing "you are so fucking sexy" into her mouth. I wonder what her tongue would taste like.


I like to think about her sitting astride me while I hold her head to one side by her hair, kissing her neck while using my other hand to caress her breast, thumb tracing her nipple. In my fantasy she's rocking her hips back and forth and I tell her to be quiet and to stop moving. Not because I don't like it, I really do, I just want her to know that I am in charge.


"Good girl." I say into her neck, "Good girl."


I want to explore this woman. Run my fingers and mouth all over her, every inch of her. I want to linger, tasting. I want her to gasp for me, moan for me as I slide fingers into her. I want to feel her weight on my face undulating, taking her pleasure.


I want her to fall asleep in my arms so I can wake her by kissing her, I want to shower with her and rub scented creams into her alabaster skin. I want to take her to the park and lie on the grass with her, make out with her, take her home and fuck her into insensibility, both of us smelling of sun and cut grass.


I also have filthy thoughts about her. About absolutely railing her with a giant strap on while she screams for me to go harder and faster. About her being on top of me, bouncing on my plastic cock while her glorious tits bounce up and down too.


And she knows. She knows I think about her in a dirty way. And she likes it. It makes her wet. And I want to taste that wetness and hear what she sounds like when she orgasms. Gently in my ear as I finger her under a picnic blanket and loudly in my house as I pull her but plug out heightening that climax so she screams.


I want to kiss her as she cums so I can taste that moment.


You see, I have a massive, throbbing crush.







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