…and beautiful to him is big? Beautiful to him is overwhelming and soft, powerful and strong?
…and beautiful to him is big? Beautiful to him is overwhelming and soft, powerful and strong? Maybe it’s like like Randi said - if he gets off to this sort of thing, I guess….well….…I could make him the happiest man on earthIt made her snort, even just standing here, remembering what was in that “BE” folder, some of those pictures. Really - Is he sick? she thought to herself, it seems he’s already, like, crippled by this obsession. What if I were to..? And, she’s right: how deep does it go? She says I can find out…yeah, I think I can. Melissa sipped her chamomile tea.If he has secret fetishes, she thought to herself, I don’t mind…what’s the word?…indulging them. Dressed for bed in a thin, oversized tee she looked at herself in the full-length mirror of her bedroom and slowly pushed one big breast out, observing, as if looking at it for the first time, trying to see it like he would see it. She’d always been chesty, even as a young teen, still growing ever-more voluptuous even after her friends had stopped developing. She was a well-endowed young woman, she knew that. But the size her breasts had grown to in recent years…months…weeks. How would someone with a…omigod…big-breast fetish see this big, round, firm, pillowy…boob? Something as big as…haha..his head? She knew what it was like to feed men’s breast obsessions; she’d amused herself with them in the past. It had been fun, entertaining. It was like they were toys, really, sometimes, she thought, would he be that different?She’d been teasing him, she knew that, from the beginning. She’d always known how he looked at her, and she had to admit she liked it, even though he was her boss, even though he was married. But now - now all this. Now, she decided, now she could do a little more, push some limits, see how deep this obsession ran in him. And…in a lurid thought that surprised even herself in its wickedness, made her warm between her thighs, if it’s deep, can I make it even deeper?Omigod, she thought, exciting herself with the proposition, I can show him what real obsession is, drive him further down into it, show him how…good it can be. She knew that she had to be gentle with him, yes. She found herself thinking, in fact, that she wanted to be gentle with him. But, omigod, I want him, she thought, as she pulled down at the neckline of her tee, exposing a plump foot of soft cleavage, I want him to want to just disappear in here. I want to pull this shirt over him and just….Strange images came into her head, strange urges filled her bosom. He’s still married, she reminded herself, you can’t just…But it’s what he wants, she thought, and…I really think it’s what would be best. With one hand she squeezed the firmth of her right breast. If it’s what he needs, poor thing…maybe I can help.==================================================================thanks to @carouselbegins / Topographic Society for his inspiration and suggestions for this one -- source link