Greetings readers!
Shortly after my 30th birthday, I got out of a (too) long relationship with my ex girlfriend Amanda. I had spent the better part of my twenties with her. There were plenty of good times, but as the years went on, our sex life became less and less eventful. Sadly, it wasn't particularly eventful to begin with. When we ultimately broke up, it took a few weeks for me to get my head (and the whirlpool of emotions spinning around therein) back on track. With Amanda in the rearview, I had realized that I had YEARS of good sex to catch up on. In particular, I realized that it wasn't just sex I was looking for but some intrigue and adventure-- something different from the vanilla I'd been living with for nearly a decade.
I had discovered the personals section of a popular online classifieds while selling a guitar Amanda had bought me a few birthdays back. Out with the old, I figured. For anyone who's ever browsed this section of the classifieds, you know there is quite a range of listings. Some with photos, some that get right to it, some a little less aggressive. I had never been on an online date but as I had been in the market for a little excitement and intrigue, Online personals seemed like a good place to start. As a New Yorker, there was no shortage of listings.
In the years that followed my breakup from Amanda, I met a bunch of women of various backgrounds and ages (ranging from 27-58). I discovered a lot about myself during these encounters.
What follows are TRUE accounts of my favorite encounters with some of these women. Some names and certain details have been changed, but the plot of each of these stories is accurate or VERY close. I hope you all have as much fun reading these accounts as I had writing them.
Enjoy!
Volume 4: Kristin
"BBW in Search of Smoking Buddy For Good Times!"
Kristin was the first girl I had invited to my place. She was insanely cool and super sexy.
Her posting listed her as a 30, medium-tan skinned, Mediterranean BBW. That all sounded good to me, and the fact that she was looking for a smoking buddy suggested she was right up my alley.
My three prior volumes adventures in this series had warmed me up considerably to the fun I could have with the right partners, and while my buddy Kimmy liked to smoke, Kristin's post advertised smoking as a focal point in the relationship so I had a decent feeling about this from the start.
Kristin and I exchanged a few basic emails and brought our conversation to text pretty quickly. She found me VERY handsome and I loved her photos. After a bit of banter about yadda yadda, we got right to the dirt-- something which put me very much at ease since we didn't have to dance around with all the usual pleasantries.it became clear after not all that much chat, that we were both out for some fun, dirty, fantasy-grade playtime.
Kristin was one of those shorter, chunkier BBW girls. She had very long, wavy dark brown hair that went down almost to her ass. She wore glasses in most of her photos and had a lovely smile. She had chubby everything and HUGE breasts, which in conversation she had told me were an F-cup. Clearly VERY proud of her body, she sent me a whole photo set of her modeling skimpy bikinis in her bathroom mirror.
"Like my curves, baby?" She had asked after sending.
Did I like them? Was she serious? Yeesh. Where would I even start? My favorite photo of her featured her in a super skimpy, neon green string bikini, smiling right at the camera she held in front of the mirror to take the selfie. The bikini held in pretty much nothing, barely covering her enormous areola. Her bottoms were swallowed whole in her thighs. I drifted off to thoughts of perhaps meeting her at a pool or the beach, like you might see in porn... this tan BBW Goddess with her F-cup titties and massive thighs. We'd flirt and head back somewhere private. And while that exact scenario wasn't happening, a rendezvous at my place was already in the works. "Bikini optional..." I teased.
"Oh, you don't want me prancing around your apartment in my bikini?" she shot back, calling me out.
"Babe" I replied, trying to think of a way to one-up her. "All I meant was you don't get to wear a g string if I don't!"
"Ooh baby..." She replied. "I love when a guy is confident enough to do some kinky shit like that comfy like that with me."
We chatted for almost two weeks like this, before finding an ideal time to get together. Kristin traveled for work a couple of times a month and had been out of town a bunch recently. We'd chat throughout a day, sending filthy texts, and some photos. If there were ever two people who wanted each other more than Kristin and I by the end of two weeks of this, I'd be curious what that even looked like.
We chatted about real stuff too. Kristin was a few months out of a long, unfortunate relationship-- something she and I immediately connected over. We had both promised the other we would make each other forget about our exes. We also had a bunch in common. Kristin was highly educated, she loved, she appreciated vinyl records. An evening of red wine, vinyl records and all we could smoke was very much on the agenda for when we finally found the time to get it on.
As for the dirty stuff... Like me, Kristin seemed to be VERY orally fixated. She LOVED to 69 and was more than happy to sit on my face for a good long while.
"I love getting a cute face all soaked and messy with my pussy juice..." She teased. "You gonna drink my pussy juice too, Jay?" She teased playfully.
"I won't miss a drop..." I shot back again. "Keep me well fed and you'll be a very happy woman" I went on, drooling at thoughts of us with a mouthful of each other's parts.
"Keep ME well fed and you'll be a very happy man."She fired right back.
Our conversations became increasingly raunchy and built so much delicious tension that we both knew would be explosive when we ultimately got together
And there was something else.
Kristin promised me a BIG clit.
"Oh it's big, baby." She told me. "And I do mean BIG... You can see big clits in porn, but in real life you'll likely never see one as big as mine."
THIS, very much got my attention.
"You can actually suck on it, like a dick. And if you're as oral as you claim to be... you will be in BIG CLIT HEAVEN, baby... I'd love to say more, but I wouldn't wanna ruin the surprise." she teased.
She didn't have to say another word. I began pulling up all the big clit porn I could find. This shit drove me wild. And I couldn't wait to suck on Kristin's.
Most of the big clit porn I watched were just women playing with their beautiful clits, showing them off for the camera. These large clits were absolutely mouthwatering. One particular video that kept me coming back and back featured a GORGEOUS Brazilian blonde BBW with the most beautifully meaty pussy, and the fattest, juiciest clit I'd ever seen for certain. After squatting for the camera and playing with her clit close up, this lucky dude who's been sitting on the sofa, naked, watching her play with herself, crawls over to her and lies down on the floor facing up as she squats above him. She lowers her erect clit to his open mouth. He reaches up and grabs her giant tits as she goes on to fuck his mouth in and out, in and out with her swollen clit. She moans and groans and squeaks and squirts all over his face and down down his throat..
I linked Kristin to this video. Her reaction didn't shock me at this point.
"Mine's bigger." She said teasingly, accompanied by some emoji smileys. "And I assure you...." She went on. "...I can put on a WAY better big clit show than that bitch... especially if you're directing."
"I'll start writing the script." I joked.
