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  The thin fur-fabrics that covered my flesh were removed, his hands untying and unbuckling everything on my body as easily as possible until a thud echoed out as everything fell to the ground between us. His lips never removed themselves from mine, his tongue didn’t leave my mouth for a moment and his hands always felt like they were touching my flesh and not pulling at the cloths covering me. He’d done this before – many times it would seem.

  His arms wrapped around me, holding me in close so that my breasts pushed up and mouth began to quiver. Little shocks - pulses of pleasure I’d never felt started to flow through my body, up to my shoulders then down my spine and finally curving around in-between my thighs. I could barely keep stance, I couldn’t even think about anything besides this moment. What was I doing? What was he doing? Now wasn’t the time for questions.

  His body forced my own down to the sheets behind us, it was the first time I’d let anyone overpower me. His lips continued to move around my face, kissing my cheek and neck, back to my lips and then down once more. He knew how to bring these feelings of euphoria into a verbal form that dwelled within my throat until I was forced to let it slip into the air and cry out – something he seemed to enjoy.

  His lips continued to travel over my dark skin, his blonde hair was all I could see as I looked down to Kevin who took his time in trailing over my breasts, a track of warm, moist saliva leaking from his tongue as he caressed my nipple and engulfed it into his comforting mouth. I cried out over and over as little pulses of passion and intoxicating lust that I’d never felt consumed me. How could this be a bad thing? Why had I denied myself this for so long?

  As his knees hit the floor he spread out my caramel legs and gently kissed my inner thighs, swapping between the two and causing more songs of joy to escape my lips. I could hear all the fuss outside, the two of us burning with passion in a pit of chaos that we’d caused. In a moment of weakness… or lust, I’d betrayed almost everything I’d come to know for this man. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want this feeling to end – I ordered Kevin to pleasure me with a sharp bark and he heeded my words with complete obedience.

  As his tongue began to bury itself inside my moist skin I cried out into the open room, noticing my whimpers would attract unwanted attention Kevin pulled away from me and reminded me that we weren’t to be found. As his head once again travelled down I braced myself by ripping the sheets and ramming some between my teeth so that I could bite down as he dug in.

  My whole body pulsating and softening, I was leaking out into his mouth almost as soon as he touched my quivering hole. I’d never given myself before, never felt the brush of a man’s tongue as it slowly swirled around inside of me and caused all sense and reason to numb – leaving only the pleasure and passion of the moment. I was now his captive.

  I couldn’t control myself much longer, waves of pleasure started to erupt from my body and all I could do was sink my teeth into the sheet that kept me quiet. I was pouring out onto Kevin as he ate away between my dark thighs, his moans matching my own as he began to drink from me and not one sign of him tiring. He was an expert – so it would seem.

  Before my vision could grab hold of the mesh of colours or focus on objects rather than blur everything together I heard the sounds of our finest warriors roaming the halls. They weren’t supposed to be back so soon but then again I wasn’t supposed to be on my back with my thighs wrapped around this white man’s head. There was only one way out of this now, caught between everything I’d known and a burning passion I’d never even dreamed I’d feel I took the chance and grabbed Kevin by the hand. The two of us were getting off this island.

  If that is what man could do then there was no choice but to fight for that pleasure and treasure it as best as I could.

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  Story two: A big girl

  It wasn’t that I was unhappy with myself; no I was simply trying to shed those last few pounds. I just wanted to be like the girls in the adverts, still have that full figure but with a nice curvy look to it; I was sick and tired of feeling unattractive and being the woman who ordered a meal when everyone else was sipping their soups with smiles on their faces. I just wanted to as lovable as those women; that’s all.

  I’d spent a long time listening to the slurs of passing teenagers throughout high school and then went through all the jokes in the workplace. I had heard and seen enough to be comfortable in my own skin and yet one thing still bugged me; the way men looked at me as a person because of my weight. I mean, I was a big, beautiful brunette and I had many talents but all of that only amounted to the word ‘fat’ when it came to dating.

  Dating was something I’d done for years now, I was constantly hooked up with friends of friends who either cancelled last minute or were ‘really, really busy’ and never found time to see me again. I knew exactly what that meant and although I’d love to say I was okay with it sometimes I wasn’t. However I didn’t want to change myself but you couldn’t help but wonder how much better things would be if you did conform.

  People always think it’s a compliment when they come out with ‘you’d look so good if you just lost a bit of weight’ or ‘you’re really beautiful, you just need to show it more.’ Those are not compliments, those are nice ways of stripping you of all your confidence or building your hopes up for something we both know isn’t going to happen. I am who I am and my body is what it is. I couldn’t do much to change that and whenever I tried it backfired. I learned to live with my curves long ago.

  What happened on that particular Friday didn’t seem to be different to any other. I had a group of close female friends as most women in Manhattan did; together we joked about men over drinks and then they’d all spend the next few days regretting it as they worked their bodies at the gym whereas I would continue my normal routine of takeout and watching reruns. Eventually somewhere down the line one of my female friends would know this ‘great guy’ who was ‘really nice’ and he’d be ‘just my type’, what this meant was that there was an overweight man looking to get married and settle down with his receding hairline and overbearing mother having to approve everything he did. I’d seen it all too many times before yet who was I to reject these blind date offers? I got free meals out of them at least.

  So there I was dressing myself in another cardigan and long skirt combination ready to meet Mr wrong at a four star restaurant which I would no doubt order myself the most expensive thing and consume it as I listened to his proposition of a happy life together. I may have been a bit over weight, I may not have the best looks and I may not have the best job but the one thing I did have for myself was respect and I wasn’t going to settle no matter what the situation. I owed it to myself to be happy.

  When I arrived I got a call from the man I was yet to meet stating he’d be up to half an hour late due to work; I thought it was going to be the same cycle as most men. Sometimes – knowing I was a larger lady; they would wait to see exactly how large from across the street or something, then they would call me if they were half decent and say they were running late or had to cancel, the indecent ones just never showed up leaving my friends who’d set us up to make up an annoyingly fake sounding excuse for them. It didn’t bother me too much; I was used to it by now.

  Not being able to be seated until both of us were there I took to the bar and ordered myself a flurry of cosmopolitans. I thought since I was already out I might as well enjoy some drinks before that inevitable call from my friend who had set the date up saying that the guy couldn’t make it for whatever reason. I guess it hurt a little; knowing that people would judge you off of your appearance but then again that was how the world worked and I couldn’t change it.

  Forty minutes past before I started getting sad looks from the woman at the door and sympathetic eyes from the bar tender. I smiled and grabbed my coat but not before downing my fifth drink; heading towards the door I thought to myself -

  “I’m just as good as any of those girls,” as I looked upon a field of dat
es; skinny girls and handsome men laughing over a bottle of wine as they dig into their garden salads.

  Not looking where I was going I accidently bumped into a tall blonde man wearing a somewhat expensive suit.

  “Sorry,” as I pushed past him he called out to me.

  “Claire?” His voice was gentle and soothing to match his face, a nice jawline and piercing blue eyes; I couldn’t believe that this was the man I’d been set up with.

  It must have been pity; this must’ve been my friends getting a handsome man to meet me on the promise that they’d date him afterwards or something along those lines. There he stood all six foot something and slim whereas I stood on the lesser end of the five foot scale with a bit a few curves to me.

  “Sorry I’m late; you should never trust a doctor to be on time.” He began to laugh whereas I wanted to melt; a doctor, a nice body and a charming grin that was hiding his disgust almost perfectly. I could pretend if he could.

  As we were shown to our table you could see the confusion in the waitress’s eyes. She and everyone else in this place were probably thinking the exact same thing. That I wasn’t good enough, that I had to be his sister or some sort of family relation. No one would ever believe that the two of us were on a date together and yet there we were; I was finding it hard to believe myself.

  I thought it would all go downhill from the moment we were seated though; once menus were in hand I couldn’t sit there pretending to look over the bits of cabbage that they call a meal, no; my eyes were right onto the steaks. I felt a little awkward; almost pressured into conforming to what was expected of a female but then I remembered who I was and just because this man made my knees shake it didn’t mean I had to change a single thing about me.

  “Everything looks good; I haven’t been here before but I think I’ll be coming again if the Angus steaks nice. What do you fancy?” Before I could respond we were interrupted by the same girl who’d shown us to our seat moments ago; I could tell she was dying to find out what was going on between us just by the way she kept passing by every few seconds. The whole restaurant looked like it was in a state of confusion by this pairing.

  “Are you ready to order?” A faint chuckle left her mouth as she tried not to smile too brightly. Her thin figure and dyed hair probably made her feel far superior to me in any way possible; I just reminded myself that I had five drinks prior to this and was still standing; she’d be on the floor.

  “I’ll have the Angus steak and…”

  “The same please.” I did it; I ordered a steak on a date with a guy who was probably half the weight of me and I really didn’t care.

  Once our menus were taken away and drinks were brought to the table almost instantly the man who had been smiling at me with little attempt to make conversation finally opened his mouth. He didn’t have to humour me; just being on this date with me was enough to make my day seeing as it’d shocked a few people.

  “I’m glad you didn’t get a salad.” That was his opening; it wasn’t the conventional for most dates but it caught my attention right away.

  “I swear, I’m sick of these stick figures who think men want a girl who doesn’t eat. If a girl couldn’t join me for a steak then she’s not worth my time.” We both burst out with laughter instantly; that kind of laughter because we realized we thought the same things, the kind of laughter where people were staring but we didn’t really care. I knew we were going to get on well from that moment.

  The conversation spiralled upwards from there, we talked about anything and everything there was to know. He told me how he met my friend who set this up which was through work; the two of them had been talking but he’d never thought of her in the dating sense. She showed him my picture and apparently he wanted to meet me; I wasn’t entirely sure I believed him but then again he was there with me enjoying a steak so who was I to question it.

  I know it may have been bad of me and I knew it wasn’t something that I’d usually do but I found myself asking him a question at the end of our date that I never had the chance to ask before.

  “Would you like to come in?” Stood at the door of my apartment the handsome doctor whose name I learnt to be Tom accepted my invitation and made himself at home in my one bedroomed flat which thankfully I had finished remodelling just last week.

  “You have a great kitchen.” Those were his first words as he walked through the hall and gazed into my lavish, stainless room. I spent a lot of time cooking and even wanted to go on being a chef but it failed and instead I made sure I got plenty of practice on my own; probably one of the reasons I was a big, beautiful woman instead of a twig.

  Wine was poured and the two of us got comfortable on my sofa. I honestly couldn’t believe this; a doctor in my house and not because I’d fallen flat on my face and not moved for so long that my cats had started to eat me. He liked me, he really seemed to like me and I was amazed at that thought.

  The more alcohol I consumed the more forward I was being; I couldn’t help myself I mean, this never happened…never. I thought if I let the chance slip by then I wouldn’t get that kiss I wanted; that warm mouthful where I could feel his tongue caress my own. Maybe he was just being friendly and maybe it was all in my head but I’d never know unless I tried. I was a larger lady, I wasn’t one of those little girls and I saw no problem in making the first move.

  I took a deep breath and went for it; right there and then I smacked my lips on his. After what felt like an eternity in nervous limbo I felt what I’d hoped for; his tongue worked its way inside my mouth and began to caress my inner-cheek. I could’ve melted right on the spot.

  I don’t know what it was, the wine, the conversation, the fact that it was getting dark outside and the moon was shining down through the window; I had no idea but for some reason the mood had overcome both of us – we were lip-locked and Tom wasted no time in lying me flat across the sofa; his tongue moving from my moist lips down to my large breasts.

  “I love a woman with a nice pair.” The cheeky comment left his mouth as he groped me and fooled around; running his hand under the fabric of my top and cupping my flesh only to circle the nipple with his thumb until it was throbbing in his grip.

  He began to tease and pinch it; pulling it out over my top and moving his head closer to it so that he could admire it with his mouth. Slowly taking in the erect tip and using his tongue to run circles around it even more; I was lay back moaning out in joy, a string of cries and whimpers left me and filled the air like a song; I couldn’t stop myself from letting him have me. I was overcome with passion and Tom seemed to know exactly how to satisfy my needs.

  I could feel my body tensing right away; feel my skin tingle as his hands roamed over my big, beautiful skin and around my curves. His lips loosening on my breast only to pinch me one last time with his teeth causing a loud squirm as the sting of pleasure pulsated through me and heated my thighs.

  He continued his movement downwards, lifting up my shirt to place little, soft kisses over my skin. His mouth was so warm and he let saliva run down over me; marking his trail as he closed in on his target with eager groans of his own. As he looked up to me and began to lift up the long skirt I’d thrown on for our date I couldn’t help but close my eyes as my head was thrown back to the arm of the chair.

  In darkness everything felt more intense; I was more prone to his touch and I could feel every little bit of fabric as it shifted around me. I could feel the softness of my underwear as it was gently pulled down and slowly taken off the tip of my feet; tickling my toes through my socks and causing me to giggle to myself. However the funny-feeling soon turned back to lust as he gently ran his hands back up my thick thighs and spread me out as best as he could; placing one leg up over the back of the sofa and the other to the floor so that I was completely parted for his next move.

  He thrust his tongue deep inside of me, running it around my pulsating insides and shoved it right up to my throbbing sensitive spot that seeped with fluid the moment he touched it. I
cried out from the feeling of ecstasy that crashed over me in waves of pleasure and gave into the reactions my body was having. For the skinnier one out of the both of us he could certainly eat better.

  My hands anchored down into his golden locks as he lapped up every last drop I began to spill, my body on fire with passion as I screamed out and burst without warning; over and over again he made sure that not a drop of my juices were wasted and continued to go even after the cries had subsided only to make me feel on the edge all over again. He wasn’t going to let me get out of this with any breath left, he loved my curvaceous body and wanted to prove that to me anyway he could; even if it meant leaving me panting on the floor stripped of all my clothes and energy.

  When he’d filled up on all I could offer and just when I thought I was finally getting chance to rest my body was flipped from the sofa and bent over it; my knees firmly on the ground as my breasts squashed up against the leather and my face met the back of the couch. My skirt pulled down over my large behind and the skin instantly slapped causing another sharp sting that made me whimper. He must’ve liked the sound of my moans because he suddenly started smacking my ass in a playful manner, telling me to moan for him which I couldn’t help but oblige to. I was enjoying every second of it; every sharp sting that bounced off my smooth, large behind rippled through me and made me ache for more. Even though I was throbbing with a sore sort of exhaustion in the front of my body I still craved something more from Tom and he must’ve known it because it didn’t take him long to unveil his large member and press it up to my ass; running the pre-excitement over me and moistening my tighter hole so that he could begin to enter.

  As my cheeks were spread apart with his manly hands I braced myself for a jolt of pain followed by a flurry of pleasure. He made it quick and dived into me; made me take inch and every inch of his manhood as he continuously slapped my ass until it was red with a pleasurable pain.