[F4M] Do You Like Explosions? [Yandere] [fear] [handjob]

Do you like explosions?  You heard me.  (sounding it out a bit brattily)  Ex, plo, sions!  Do you like explosions??  Because I looove explosions.  I love big ones (listing them off)…and…(excited) Bigger ones….  The anticipation.  The danger.  (lewd, sultry)  The BOOM.

You know the feeling.  Admit it.  You're watching a movie and you see the bad guy grin...or the bad GIRL grin…(building perv encouragement) as she pulls out a grenade (excited grin)  …or a crate full of dynamite...   Or she fastens blocks of C4 to the walls.  (more insidious)  You start to feel a nervous excitement.  A pit in your stomach.  You can just tell something bad’s coming, and you don’t know if you wanna stop it, or to see it.

Do you start breathing heavy?  Does it feel a bit like a horror movie?  (slowly)  Like the one where the sorority girl is walking slowly down that dark… hallway… toward the attic?  (leaning in) Does it make your DICK twitch?  (chuckle)

(insidious)  Or how about one of those scenes where the house is filling with gas, that slow ssssssssssss sound as they show the fireplace?  (a bit more of a grin) You KNOW what's gonna happen, right?  There’s no reason to have that scene unless (drawn out, deliciously) something in the action is gonna cause a spark (wider grin, build up) And then the Whole Fuckin’ Room is just gonna...  (suddenly to coy)  Well, you know.

See, girls like me only have one question when I see certain scenes.  Like, for instance, if it's an action movie... and there's a bigggg tanker truck that gets overturned, or gets shot at.  And it starts leaking gasoline all over the street (grin at the uncomfortable suspense)…and the camera shows the closeup of that leaking pinhole of gasoline, (pause) prompting the entire audience to say...

(ominous, delighting in the fear)  "Uh-oh"...

Y’ know, when I'm watching a scene like that on TV, my only question is whether to turn the volume up …allll the way....  or whether to turn it up just one notch at a time...every few seconds...until it's all the way.  (leaning in)  You like when girls go all the way, don't you?

(slightly more lewd, teasing)  Say, Mister, is that a rocket in your pocket?  A Torpedo in your Speedo?  Are there launch codes for me to find if I inspect it with my warm little hand?  (handjob pumping noises begin).  Were you one of those boys that hoped that every present at Christmastime would be a FATTT pack of FIRECRACKERS?  (like a girl gossiping about a perfect huge cock)  Nice LOUDDD ones?  (evil grin, and excited gasp)  Like those big cherry bombs??!!!  Mmmmmmm.  (perv encouragement)  Did you jerk off every night thinking about scaring all the little girls in the neighborhood?  Watching them block their ears while you pulled out another big one? (bully / henchwoman encouragement)  Mmmm, look at ‘em.  The tighter their little fingers, the better, am I right?  Uh-oh, girls, brace yourselves, I think I just heard his lighter flick!  (chuckle)

Or did you prefer girls like me?  (a bit of Yandere)  The ones that LOVED to make a nice fucking loud BANG?  Girls who looked all sweet and happy, playing so nice with their Princess Elsa doll, but secretly wishing her long blonde hair was a fuse (grin)…and her body was filled with gunpowder?  (naughty giggle)

Is that what you're thinking about right now?  (lewd)  Is that what the veins in your dick are thinking as they bulge the fuck up?  Or maybe... is the girl in your imagination not American?  (more uncomfortable suspense, now with a bit of “crossing-a-line” darkness)  Is she a little Afghani girl?  (little evil giggle)  Syrian girl?  (slight little girl voice, to make fun of her)  Little Iraqi girl looking up at that big American plane in the sky, the one with that HUGE payload?  (perv encouragement)  Do you wanna spray your White Phosphorus all over her little face?  Do you wanna clusterbomb that little bitch?  I mean, she's probably gonna try to protest, but she's pleading in a foreign language that you don't understand, so…. Sucks to be her, I guess.  (grin)  The only language your cock understands is….

(slight pause, intake of breath)  [ominous whistling noise of bomb dropping, dropping and exploding jarringly].

BANG-Gali.  [The word is Bengali, but exaggerated emphasis on first syllable as a pun].  (giggle). That’s a language right?  See what I did there?  (serious, sultry)  I can make you think AND take you to the brink.

So let's think a little more.  What's your favorite kind of explosive, Mister?  (more handjob noises, naughtiness in your voice)  Do you like ticking time bombs?  (grin)  The ones with the timers that count down as they (accentuate)  tick...tick.....tick?  Is that why your cock head looks like it's ticking right now?  A Nice Big Pulse every time I squeeze it in rhythm to your heartbeat?  (nerdy-naughty) I wonder how many ticks are left in there before you BLOW....

(another excited thought)  Or maybe, instead, you like bombs that have fuses.  So someone naughty has to light them.  (slowly)  And then watch them sizzle down, inch by inch.  Do you like it when the flame gets closer and closer to that BIG bomb?  Is it just like my lips are getting closer and closer to your dickhead?  (kiss)...

(ghost-story voice, delighting in the fear)  Or maybe... you like one of those videos where there's a train,... and it crashes...and it's carrying, like, (uncomfortable suspense) a huge car full of oil...(grin, slowing down for maximum scare value).  And it just sits there for a couple of minutes.  Damaged.  Maybe stuck on its side.  And the whole time you know there's a fire that’s building up inside... but you can't see the progress yet.  You just watch that train....and cars are going by it...having no idea what's about to happen.  But YOU know.  DON'T you.  (a bit more ominous, building more climactically)  That heat is building up….(as though daring it) and building up….  And making that main fuel tank get hotter....  Do you TWITCH as the Whole Fucking Train starts to smoke?  (giggle)  (Now colder, more like a mean big sister, or a bit Fem-dommish)  Are you scared?  (bratty)  Big FAT Train…. Maybe you should be scared;  It’s gonna fuckin' go BOOOOOM,  Any.  Second.

(slowly)  You know what kind of bomb "I" fantasize about?  One that keeps.. getting..  BIGGER as it's about to (enunciate) Explode.  Like… (gasp)  a balloon… (perv encouragement)  Do you know what happens when a balloon has too much air in it already, but you just keep (enunciate the F’s as though they’re air rushing in) FFF-FORCING in more and more?  (slowly, ominously)   Another blow… (blowing sound) and another blow…. (blowing sound)  I’m that girl that loves to blow up balloons in echoey little rooms.  Knowing they’re gonna (lewd) POP so fuckin’ loud.  Like one of those “fuck you” room-shaking BOOMS.  Now imagine that instead of air, we're filling it with nitroglycerin.  (ghost-story)  All that nitroglycerin packed in there....overstimulated...with nowhere to go.  And so every time you BLOW in some more nitroglycerin, (perv encouragement) it just has to pack in tighter, and tighter....

(mock-scolding)  And you know you should stop.  (“I’m warning you” voice) You better stop right fucking now, Mister.  Everyone’s BEGGING you.  (mocking them lewdly)   “Stop or it’s gonna POP!!”  They’re all whispering in your ear  (mock-terrified)  “No.  Nooo.  Pleeeeez stopppp!!!”  (leaning in close, perv encouragement)  Except me.  You're not gonna stop.  I know, that YOU know, that you wanna BLOW it a little more.  You want it bigger.  And even if you don’t,… (evil grin)  I’m gonna take the nozzle from you, and make it bigger anyway.  And bigger...  And bigger...

C'mon stud, let’s see how much this fucker can take.  (like you're inciting violence)  Show that balloon who's fucking boss.

(slow)  Ten.
Nine.
Eight....
(wicked grin, lewd)  I want some BANG for my Buck, Mister.
Seven.
Mmmmmm...sooo loud.  The louder the fuckin’ better, baby.
Six.
(teasing, urging him on)  Nnghh.  You just KNOW it's gonna BLOW!!!  (coy)  There’s only so many pumps that you...--FIVE!!!!  (shouted jarringly as a loud interruption in order to startle the listener)

Oh shit! (naughty giggle) I knew you would fucking shiver at that.  You almost popped off in my hand, you pervert.  (another little giggle)

(Pause, then a new dynamic.  Passive-aggressive Motherly sweet, but with a touch of ominous.)  Oh, hello little girl.  No, I don't know where your Mommy is.  But I think you've walked into the wrong place at the wrong time.  Do you see what I'm doing right now?  (more ominous)  Yeah, that's right.  No, I’m not stopping.  (sinister and scary)  Umm, let's see.  Think about the loudest, scariest noise you've EVER heard...and then triple it! (enjoying scaring her).  (Back to ominously sweet)  Well then, I think you'd better start running, sweety.  Like right now.  And I think ya better block your ears as you do.  I'm gonna block mine.

(pause)....  Now where were we?  Oh, yeah.  (slowly)  Four.
(As an aside, as though “duh”) Yeah, I'm not gonna block my ears, baby, I just wanted to scare the fuck out of her!  (grin).  You know you liked it.  Alright let’s do this.  (narrowing eyes)  Let’s blow this pop stand.  (grin)

(insidious)  Three...
(breathing heavier)  Oh fuck, baby…  …Oh FUCK, listen close.  Your BIG… fucking …DICK.  is going
(bit sing-songy / robotic) Tick….
Tick.... (kiss)
Tick.... (kiss)
(lewd) ...Two.....(kiss)
Tick…..(kiss)
Tick…..(kiss)
(raised eyebrow)   ....One....(kissssss)
(very slowly, like a jack in the box crank being turned in a horror movie, but with the same robotic timbre as before) Tick.....
Tick........
Tick........
(urgently, loudly, getting louder) (panting) Oh god, POP it!!  Cum for me--Fuck me up!!!  Make my sweet.. little... face... Ground Zero for your BOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!
Oh fuckkkkk!!!!  (20 seconds of cumshot reaction and slow come-down, heavy breathing).

Fuck, baby, I think you RAPED my little ear drums.  That's how many fucking holes you just blew in them.  Let's see what the damage was.  (pause)  Ohh, God Damnit!  You got some globs of your awesomeness all over my dress.  Can you give me some money for a new one?  Pretty please?  I think I just paid for it with my ...job.  Don't you? (giggle)  Ok, great!  You're gonna love it, honey, I've already been looking at one at Neiman Marcus.  Trust me.  (sultry, mischievous)  It’s the bomb.