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I am both a mild-mannered nerd and a stern dominant. I am a sapiosexual.?
I write erotic stories and I am rather good at it, without false modesty.?
I am looking for a smart attractive BBW to be friends with and to be inspired by.?
Here are some samples of my stories. They are mostly non-consent/reluctance, which should never happen in real life. In real life I would never hurt or pressure a woman into sex outside a playful context. Send me a message if you'd like to know more, or if you'd like to share some fantasies and story ideas.?
Tourist Girl, part I?
I see her in the subway, sitting across and to the left from me, engrossed in a book. A large, curvy, soft-looking woman with big heavy breasts. Plump round face, pretty enough to be called beautiful, with a short, slightly upturned nose and big blue eyes behind the thin frame of glasses, pretty pink mouth, a mass of dark blond curls falling on her shoulders. She could be anything from her early twenties to early forties: plump faces like hers are slow to acquire wrinkles. Serious expression combined with glasses makes her look older, but by the freshness of her skin and smoothness of her full lips I judge her to be in her late twenties. No ring on the finger. She is wearing a denim skirt; her round dimpled knees peek out from under it. Her legs are full, white and shapely.?
She takes off her glasses to wipe them, and her face suddenly looks naked and vulnerable. I decide that today she is going to be mine.?
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Tourist Girl part II?
"Christine got fucked, yes?" ? I ask, sitting down next to her and putting my hand on her white round knee. She tries to press deeper into the couch, shutting her eyes as if willing the whole situation to disappear. I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling how soft and pliable her skin is. She whimpers, but remains still as my fingers travel up her leg and grab a generous fold of her lower belly.?
"You answer when Mustafa talk to you, yes?" ? I ask her, squeezing her belly fold firmly between my fingers and thumb.?
"Yes," ? she says in a small timid voice, - "Yes, I got fucked."?
"Mustafa fuck you again." ? I say in a tone that does not allow for a retort. I stand up and take the pillow away from Christine, who is now completely naked in front of me.?
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Feeding Yvette.?
I picked up the spoon from the rum raisin and vanilla sundae, and scooped up a little ice cream from the top, where it's just started to melt. I put the spoon up to Yvette's lips, and she looked at me with her huge lovely eyes, and parted her lips obediently for her treat.?
Mike picked up on my hint, and took the other spoon, the one that came with the chocolate and butter pecan sundae. She looked at him with sweet helplessness in her eyes, then ate his offering as well.?
We continued to feed the lovely fat beauty, spoonful after spoonful of cold soft sweetness, holding her hands and stroking them all the while. It must have been a bizarre sight, but none of us cared: both I and my friend devouring Yvette's face with out eyes as she devoured our ice cream. Her lovely fat cheeks were blushing, her breathing grew heavier. She started to close her eyes after each spoonful, with a small whimper. As she swallowed, I could see in my mind the sweet, creamy food traveling down her body, transforming into soft, sweet, creamy fat and lining her smooth white skin from the inside, like it was filled with warm, creamy melted ice cream.?
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At a Concert?
The music starts to get faster and louder: your favorite song is coming on. You smile at the first guy and lick your lips at him. His hands stroke your sides, while the tall guy is rubbing your shoulders. Another hand grabs and squeezes your upper arm, and you realize that all four of the men you met outside are around you, crowding you between them. One of them grabs you around the waist and presses his crotch against your soft ass. You can feel the hard bulge of his erection. The tall guy's chest is in front of you, and his erection is rubbing against your belly. And their hands are all around you, stroking, squeezing and rubbing your hips, your butt, your back and your arms. They start passing you to each other, so every one of them can rub against your ass and belly, and even your pussy mound, when you thrust your hips forward. And you do thrust your hips - these guys are hot, and the music is loud and exciting. You realize that your panties are soaking wet.?
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Vivian's Darkest Dream?
"Excuse me," - she called out, - "my car ran out of gas out there on the road. Do you mind if I used your phone?"?
The thinner of the two guys gave a snickering laugh, and the larger one nodded.?
"I've got a big phone for you to use," - he said, his eyes traveling up and down Vivian's full figure. He continued walking straight at Vivian, while his companion started circling as if to get behind her. A predatory gleam appeared in his pale blue eyes. Suddenly the young woman felt afraid - out there in the middle of nowhere, with two men who looked, she now saw, rather intimidating.?
"You know what," - she put on a big fake smile, - "never mind, on the other hand, my friends are supposed to be driving by any moment, I'll just go wait for them in the car. My friend is a police officer."?
"Nice try," - the larger man said, and Vivian knew she had to flee.?
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Awakening of Sweetlips?
Abby whimpered, without opening her eyes. She was shaking with a wild mix of emotions: her fear and her resentment of how she was treated were mixed with a powerful sense of lust; in her life she was never so excited. "I am not a slut," -- she repeated to herself, feeling her pussy starting to moisten. "Please don't call me that," -- she said quietly and without much hope.?
"Take off your pants, Sweetlips," -- said the man, starting to rub her other nipple through the thin fabric of her bra. Shivers ran down Abby's spine.?
"Please, don't make me take off my pants," -- she said, - "Please may I just..." -- she hesitated, not wanting to say it out loud.?
"Just what, Sweetlips?" -- asked the clerk, pinching Abby's nipple between his finger and thumb, making the pretty girl gasp.?
"Just suck your penis," -- she breathed, arching her back from sudden intense pleasure as the man grabbed both of her painfully erect nipples through her bra and started to squeeze and pinch them just hard enough not to make it too painful.?
"You may suck it, Sweetlips, after you take off your pants," -- Abby's tormentor said as he continued to pinch and twist. The girl whimpered and started to undo the button on her jeans.?
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Dance of the Hunger?
"Let me go, please..." she whimpered softly, not convincing even herself that she wanted to go. What was happening to her? Captive, kidnapped, taken God knows where in chains and shackles, casually molested by a stranger, and she could not think of anything other than whether the two men would take turns and whether the handsome guy from the club could be the first inside her.?
The big man stopped. His hand darted under Sophie's soft rounded belly and pressed in between her legs, his fingers pushing, probing. The plump woman could not help but part her legs slightly, letting the stranger's hand press against her crotch, feeling her moisture seep through the fabric of her gown. She whimpered and winced, feeling her cheeks burning and her heart starting to beat faster.?
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Lina and Vicky?
The girls came over for the duration of the holidays, to stay at my Aunt Laura's. Tomorrow Diane was going to have to go with her mother to visit our grandmother, and Lina was going to sleep in - she was rather tired after the trip.?
I, of course, knew where I saw Lina before, almost immediately. About two years ago I first knew her as Vicky, a webcam girl at one of the camming sites that I frequent. She was much less shy there, that's for sure, in fact, she was my favorite girl to talk to, in addition to seeing her naked. There was a deep dark well of restrained urges within that pretty plump body that only got tapped in her on-camera fantasies. She still went online now and then, sometimes even taking her laptop with her to some strange places - I am sure I got a show in a deserted office building once.?
She, of course, had no idea of what I looked like or even where I lived. Well, that was about to change.?
We had a nice chat; all three of us, and Diane said they had to leave. When holding Lina's coat for her, I "accidentally" brushed against a sensitive spot on her neck Vicky told me about. I thought I caught a small gasp, but that might have been just my imagination.?
I drove to Aunt Laura's house the next morning. I knew full well that Grandma will not let her favorite daughter and granddaughter out of her house until evening, so I had plenty of time.?
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The imaginary situation that turns me on these days is this:
A plump girl, not too pretty, but nice looking, hangs out with a group of friends, casually dating one of them. One time at a party, another friend seduces her. And the next thing she knows, when she is alone with a third friend of theirs, a guy she doesn't particularly like, he starts hitting on her aggressively, calling her a slut, telling her that she spreads her legs for everybody and she is going to spread them for him as well. He talks/pushes/intimidates her into letting him fuck her. And so she becomes the group slut, sleeping with anyone who wants her. |
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| Age: 19 |
| Riverside,
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