This is the thing that started it all (well, the blog at least) and is an actual comment I left on DBPB on this post and after receiving forty likes for that long a comment I like to think people would see more of it. I'm allowed to dream, aren't I?
It was certainly not the peppermint that got her turned on, her pupils to dilated, her nipples to strut and her neither regions to throb almost more than her heart. As good as the peppermint no doubt was, it was the little pulsating knob on the inside of her underwear lying so close to her knob that made her sweat and moan, wanting more, more, more!
She sat on the edge of the table, the peppermint patties by her side, her long, soft brown hair spilling down her back, her muscular legs pushing the high heels of her shoes down in the carpet as her hips rolled lightly, her teeth biting gently into her plump lower lip, and the buttons on her shirts barely holding back her round breasts as electric shocks shot through her.
The exstacy build up to almost unbearable strength, pulsing through her, threatening to split her open, to burst every atom in her body to all that was left was the purest joy.
The one knob kept working on the other, making her arch her back, scream out, hold onto the fabric of her skirt just to stay together, not to split open, but the sensation was too much, the knob worked too hard, too intense, and with a loud and final scream her body seized up in the most complete of joys, her hips thrust desperately, her nipples poked through the thin shirt she was wearing ands she collapsed moaning on the floor, the rest of the peppermints forgotten.
It's pretty long for DBPB at least... on here it doesn't look like much. But it's a start!
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