I am 5'5", brown hair, blue eyes, you can call me Mae, and actually I'm quite pretty, except for the fact that I'm over weight. I'm one of those girls that always gets the "you'd be so pretty if you lost weight" backhanded compliment. So I've never gone out with anyone or had sex with anyone, boy or girl (I'm bisexual). Which is a huge issue because I get horny so easily. Everyone thinks I'm so innocent but goddamn do I want to have sex. Sadly I'm too shy to come on to people that I'm unsure of whether they are into big girls or not and it's hard finding out if they are up for some good friends with benefits stuff. So I turned do Craigslist. Yeah I know it's not always safe but I knew how to handle it. I put a few ads up looking for a man or woman down for some fun with a BBW and soon got some replies. I weeded out the sketchy people, and the people that were into things that I'm not really for (BDSM, watersports, etc), and that's when I came along a nice couple. 28y/o BBW wife (Lisa) and her 30y/o chubbish husband (Mica) contacted me and said they were looking for a friend with benefits for them both. After some discussion, info exchange and pictures I decided I wanted to get to know them. We started texting and sending more pictures. Mica really loved sexting and I was okay with that, nothing gets me more turned on then hearing what he's gunna do to me. He sent me pictures of his dick and I was pleased to see that it was a nice thick 7 inch cock. Of course a little was …
BBW Fun
It's been about a month and a half since I first met up with Mica and Lisa. We all had such a great time the first meet up that we've continued to see each other each week. They would pick me up, take my back to their apartment and we would fuck on and off all day. It was exactly what I was looking for, friendly, non-judgmental people, who didn't tie me down with commitment, but had the same high sex drive as myself. This meet up I'm going to talk about was a little different though. Feeling bad that they constantly had to pick me up, I convinced my dad to let me have my car on campus. Of Course I made up a bullshit lie as to why I had to have it, but it worked, and I excitedly told Mica and Lisa the next time we met up. A few days pasted since I got my car, it was a a Wednesday. Around 12pm I got a text from Mica asking what I was up to. I told him the truth, that I was just getting some work done, then I was going to grab some lunch. To my surprise he asked if I could come over. I planned on going to their apartment that night seeing as Mica doesn't work Wednesday's, and I only have one class that day at 8am, so I'm free to do whatever later. It was just odd because I usually don't come over until 4pm when Lisa is done work and picks me up. But I guess now that I can drive myself he wanted me over earlier. Which is okay, I don't mind, but I couldn't help wondering about Lisa. Was she coming home early? Or did she have the day off too? So I texted Lisa too, and she told me …
Love Rollercoaster
Chris had a big smile on his face as he drove home from work. It was Sunday and the first day of his three day break. He was thinking of his sweetie, Trina who was at home waiting for him. She had sent him a sexy photo of herself in the bathtub covered in suds with the caption, "all of this is for you". The thought of her body made his nature rise. He was ready to ride those rollercoaster curves of hers and he couldn't wait to get home. He shook off that thought and laughed to himself. He had to concentrate on the road. Chris and Trina had been dating for five years but had only recently moved in together. The move only further cemented their love for one another. She was everything Chris could want in a woman. She had a heart of gold and always had his back. She would do anything to make him happy and in return Chris was her King. When they first met, Trina was worried that Chris wouldn't be attracted to her because she was a BBW but the opposite happened. Chris loved her generous curves, bodacious bosom, and her heavy duty booty. That and her personality won him over. He thought she was gorgeous and was proud to call her his Queen. When Chris got home, Trina was wearing a sexy kimono robe and heels. She had made him breakfast, home fried potatoes, scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, and turkey sausage. Chris was surprised at what Trina wore. "Wow, you look delicious. Why are you wearing that?" he said, taking a quick peek inside her robe to see if she had on anything …
My Naughty Confession 1 (My Grandmother)
When I was a little k**, my sexual curiosity was already increasing, even at the age of around 7 to 8. At the time, I was curious about one thing and one thing only; breasts. I'm not the i****t type, and no one else in my f****y can actually pique my sexual interest, but my grandmother strangely did, and it was only her at the time. My grandmother was probably about 50 plus or 60 plus at the time, and was pretty much a BBW, and she would usually be my caretaker most of the time, since my parents were always busy with work. So, I would usually spend most of my time with her at home. Even now, I still think that she never actually attracted me sexually, it just happened one night, and it dragged on for quite some time after that… As a little k**, I would usually sl**p with her in bed, I don't know but I always wake up late at night just to caress her breasts. I'd usually do it after she slept soundly, that's when I'd strike. It all started with caressing her breasts slowly, since I didn't want to wake her up, if I did, I'd be in trouble! Her breasts were like any other BBW grandmother's breasts; saggy, soft and always warm, I still remember it like yesterday. At the time, I knew what I was doing was wrong, but the feeling of joy was too strong for me to even feel guilty! First, I would usually grab her breasts whole, and then I would caress and massage them slowly. I would then pull my face close to her breasts to smell and sniff them. Her breasts had this 'old people sweat …
My New Step s****rs – Whos the Winner
I seemed to always be in trouble growing up. It was no surprise that my parents divorced over my bad behavior. When most k**s were going to college, after high school. I was in the back of a bus, going to prison. I was sentenced for stealing a few cars. 25 to be exact. All over one weekend. I got off the prison bus and headed inside. With good behavior, I could get out in a year. 1 year later: I walked out of prison, a changed young man. I did not want to go back. I took a taxi back to my house. My Dad had remarried while I was serving time. I missed the wedding. He told me she was very nice. She had two daughters by another marriage. He was happy to have them staying at his big house. He fixed up a small room in the basement for me. It was behind the laundry room. He gave the two girls my big room upstairs. I told him I understood. I was just happy to have a home to go to. It was close to 4pm when I got home. I pulled out my one small laundry bag from the trunk. Gave the cab guy the fare money. I walked up the long driveway to my house. Not much had changed. I could tell the lawn need to be mowed. I was sure my Dad left me a note on what chores he wanted done around the house. I walked up to the front door. I decided to knock. Did not want to scare anyone. Being almost 6ft 4 and working out non stop for the last year in prison. I could be a little intimidating at first. I ran my hand through my short blonde hair. I flexed some of my muscles in my white shirt and dark blue …