Sharon was a fat girl, a Big Beautiful woman; with an emphasis on both the ‘big’ and the ‘beautiful’. But she wasn’t scared of using the ‘f’ word, in fact it annoyed her when other overweight women described themselves as ‘Big’ or used some other pseudonym.
Sharon peeled back the pretty floral bed set and opened the curtains, Saturday had arrived at last, her special day for herself.
She had been single for a while and had gotten to experimenting with her body, on her own; actually having more pleasure by herself than she’d had with her previous lover. The phone was already switched off and the door was locked. Continue reading