Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Chuck. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find. Continue reading
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me’ the tune was stuck in my head. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it or think about something else, I kept thinking about it being my birthday. I don’t know why. Thirty-six isn’t a great milestone. It was just another day of the week to everyone else. It was only special to me. Still, I kept singing ‘Happy Birthday to me’ in my head. I almost walked into the girl waiting in front of me at the coffee shop. If I were actually paying attention, I’d have never missed her.
She’s not the kind of girl you can overlook. Her attitude and generous curves made her stand out. She had a voluptuous, rubenesque figure and was gorgeous. She wore a scent of jasmine that reminded me of a girl I dated in High School who was also a curvaceous girl. I had a huge crush on her. When I took her to a dance, she spent the night flaunting her generous cleavage in a low cut black velvet dress. The view down that dress as we slow danced left me harder than a rock. We spent a lot of time slow dancing that night and she spent a lot of time whispering to the other girls about it. I got a lot more dates after that night. Continue reading
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
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My girlfriend Denise had a mother and a sister. Her mother was slim and trim like my girlfriend was but her sister Jane was rather fat. Apparently she had taken after her father.
There was a year between the two girls with Jane being the older. They were really quite an open family. They talked about just about everything.
Denise would tell them about the sex that we had had the night before. Her mother would tell them about her last date. Jane would tell them about how she had worn out her vibrator batteries.
During sex Denise would tell me how frustrated her sister was. She had no sex life. Her weight turned off all of the guys. Jane had a boyfriend once in high school but all he wanted was sex and he didn’t want anyone else to know that he was fucking her. Someone found out that he was fucking a fat chick and he dropped her like a hot potato. It broke her heart. She hadn’t minded being use for sex; she didn’t like it when it stopped. Continue reading