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Story Of A Fat Black Woman Love

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I’m a fat black old woman, in a few weeks becoming 62 and divorced 14 years ago. It was a hard time, after a marriage for 23 years I was abandoned for another woman by my husband. Never expected it and it took a some time to recover from it. My marriage was childless and after my husband left me, life seemed very lonely. I was always a very direct physical woman and over the years I thought I accomplished to the sexual needs of my husband. I still call him my husband although another woman own him now, he still is mine, I think.

I picked up my life again, tried to find peace in my new circumstances and provide some happiness. The only thing I couldn’t provide was the warm intimacy with my husband. May I thought I grew over it; I didn’t. I missed it a lot and I began to look around. As I told you, I’m a very plump woman, call it awesomely fat. I’m very massy, not just in the hips but everywhere. I’m not the type to attract the eyes of the beholder but more the type for those who won’t go for the common type.

I’m aware what attract most of the eyes are my huge boobs; in my earlier days I’ve considered to made them some sizes smaller but my husband wouldn’t let me. I gave up diets because over the years I’ve used to my excessive fat figure. What I do is take the necessary care of myself; I never go on the street without make up and proper dressing. I’m living in the sunny state and mostly wear light garments. Dark red and dark green or yellow fits me the most. Once in a while I visit a beauty salon where I have my hair done, my nails done and get rid of the unwanted hair in my face. Continue reading


Fat Sharon pleasuring herself

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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