It was a random Tuesday afternoon in the college dorm room that I shared with my gorgeous, ABG muscle mommy of a roommate. She was sprawled out on her bed, deeply asleep and snoring loudly with her makeup and gym clothes still on. I had always found her to be incredibly intimidating - her muscular physique, tattoos, and piercings were a stark contrast to my shy, introverted nature.
As I nervously approached her bed, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. I slowly reached out and gently raised her eyelids, revealing her dull bloodshot eyes staring right at me without her waking up. I pressed down on her chin, opening her mouth wider and causing her snoring to grow louder. The smell and feel of her breath was not exactly pleasant, but I was too captivated by the surreal experience to care.
With shaking hands, I climbed into bed beside her and lifted her limp, heavy muscular arm, keeping it in the air for a moment before letting it drop onto my head with a thud. Her limp hand lay right on my face, the acrylic nails pressing into my cheek. I could feel the heat of her sweaty body radiating onto mine.
I turned her head towards me, and she snored right onto my face. I raised her eyelids again, staring into her wide open, unseeing eyes. It felt so surreal to have her staring at me like that, completely unaware of my presence. I couldn't believe that I had full and total control over her powerful and muscular body.
I began to take selfies and videos, capturing the moment forever. I opened her eyes and mouth in some of the photos, marveling at the fact that I had total customization over how open they were. I had total control over her limp arms, hands, and legs, and where they lay on my frail body. I could put her hands on my face, her arms draped over my shoulder, her leg laid over my hips - whatever I wanted, she would do. It was both exciting and terrifying, knowing the full power she had while she was awake.
My roommate was a gorgeous Vietnamese American with dyed blonde hair, freckles, brown eyes, and tattoos. She was the epitome of an ABG muscle mommy, and I was in awe of her. I couldn't believe that I had her in such a vulnerable position, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control that I had never experienced before.
The snoring and heavy breathing on my face was not exactly pleasant, but I was too captivated by the surreal experience to care. I had total customization of how she was breathing and snoring by pressing on her chin. I couldn't believe that I had the ability to control her in this way.
As I lay there, basking in the power and control that I had over my roommate, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and terror. I knew that she was incredibly strong and powerful, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be at her mercy. But for now, I was content to have her in this vulnerable position, completely under my control.
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