You step into the room and sit next to me. Your shirt drops to the side, revealing that you’re not wearing a bra.
Breasts! Something inside of me clicks on, like having someone with a two-by-four smacking me on the side of my head.
Thank you, Jesus. May I have another one?
Or maybe it is more like two laser beams shooting straight through my head. I suddenly understand the last thoughts of a deer before it gets run over. It’s a feeling. The powerful beams also come with a sound that deafens my ears.
Regardless, my only option is to reach out and hold your breasts. Hold them like nothing so precious has ever been presented to me before. …like they are the very essence of life itself. I am nothing compared to these. I have nothing like this on me. …nothing as soft. …nothing as wondrous. What is a word for something a thousand times more powerful than “fascinating”?
I cannot just quietly hold them, either. They must become a part of me. I must know everything about them. I must know if every square inch is as soft and supple as every other square inch. I swear they are suspended in mid air by a miracle. Nothing else in the world could possibly jiggle the way they do.
I can no longer ignore your nipples. My thumbs glide over them once, and I notice a change. I glide over them again, and notice further change. Again. Again. Soon my thumbs are working just like the wipers blades in an endless drizzle. Again and again. I become so hypnotized that my lips reach down and touch them. My mouth opens. I start sucking on them.
In a single quick gesture, you slide your shorts down and let them crumple around your ankles. You are entirely naked before me. You slowly spread your legs, revealing something else that I do not have.
“WWWWWhack!!! WWWWWhack!!! WWWWWhack!!!
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