My boyfriend’s right jugular vein is always so visible…
I just want to gently seal my lips against it and feel it throbbing against them… and then feel his pulse speed up as I lightly suck, the warmth, softness and slight wetness of my mouth making him throb in two different places.
I want to carefully wrap my hand around his neck and kiss him, feeling the pulse of his carotid arteries hammer against my thumb and fingers.
I want to pull away and feel him pant against my lips, his pulse racing against my hand. I want to tell him that he belongs to me, and that he’ll breathe when I tell him to.
I want to make him hold his breath for me, and position my ear over his tricuspid. I want to hear how his heart pounds as I gently run a finger above the top of his boxers, teasing him. I want him at my mercy, my toy to play with.
I want to hear and feel a PVC thud against my ear when my finger dips below the waistband. I want to hear him inevitably gasp a little, but still trying his best to obey me.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” I want to tell him, knowing all too well how PVCs take your breath away.
I want to hear him gasp as he opens his mouth again, oxygen rushing into his lungs as he pants for me.
“Fuck,” I want to gasp, my heart racing at the sight, “you’re such a good boy for me. You’re so pretty like this.”
I want to grab his head and pull his mouth near my ear. I want to hear his loud, heavy breaths.
I want to stroke his cheek and tell him how his heart is so much fun to play with, and how wild it drives me.
I want to show him how hungry the simplest of things, such as his visible neck pulse, make the primal domme in me.
I want to make my pretty boy’s heart race for me.




