Go for the tissues

I knew I was close, and I grabbed some tissues. Closing my eyes for a moment, I thought: here we go... And unbidden, a picture flashed into my brain.

Me fucking Lynn. Her taking it and loving it. Kissing, deeply.

I exploded. Cumming harder than I'd ever remembered cumming before. Better than with anyone.

Coming down, I knew I'd unlocked something deep inside myself. Watching this had been eye-opening, and I knew the next time I looked at a big woman again, it would be with a different gaze. I was a bit nervous to go back to see Lynn, to be honest... I'd barely been able to control myself in her office previously, and if she put me under hypnosis again there's no telling what I'd divulge. Or how she'd react... She wouldn't fuck a client, right?

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Better not to go down that line of thinking; I was married. Even if I'd discovered my sexual preferences might be different than what my wife was... And better not to get my hopes up anyway.

Shit. I mean, better not to think of it. Don't think about having sex with Lynn. Don't think about her taking your dick deep in her throat and swallowing your...

Yikes. Okay. I guess that jack off session hadn't gotten _everything_ out of my system. God, fat women were so hot. Hopefully this randy mood wears off by Thursday. And hopefully I don't say something that freaks Lynn out. This must happen with clients sometimes, right?