Archive for May, 2007

Gaining back some pounds

May 28, 2007

I think my friend Magdalene looks so much better since she gained back a few pounds. She is a lot fuller and curvier. I immediately noticed the difference when I last saw her. She came to greet me and I ogled her plumper figure. She always had a body type similar to Megabutt Maria, but she had lost a lot of weight since a couple years ago. It looks like she’s getting some flesh back.

Her hips really protrude a lot. That’s nice, because every woman looks really graceful with a generous butt. I happen to love plenty of flesh, but that’s just me. Anyway, her butt really makes Magdalene glow and shine.

I also noticed the size of her breasts. Now they are big, sticking out from her chest like huge peaches. Tonight she was wearing a very tight lime green t-shirt and her boobs were really prominent.

She has a chunkier belly, too. I immediately imagined sinking my hands in her waist, feeling all that softness and enjoying the support of her ample hips, large enough that I could comfortably rest my hands on them.

Her shirt looks tighter too. In fact, it always seemed to slip up when she had to grab food from the top shelf, often forcing her to pull it back down. Must be those bigger boobs stretching the fabric apart.

Speaking of expanded clothing, she is now so voluptuous that her cellulite seems oozing through her blue jeans. Her pants are stretched out all the way, barely containing all that flesh. When she sits down the thick love bags of her hips expands on her sides making her thighs look like huge, meaty hams.

After she went to bed, I imagined slipping under her covers and join her naked milky-white body. I dreamed of giving her the love she has never received, caressing the lush hills of her body and thanking her for the opulent amounts of cellulite she has to offer. I aspired to hold her from behind while I mated with her. I desired to put one arm around her belly the other around her dangling breasts, squishing her maternal figure between my arms. I imagined us sharing our passion in the silence, like horny animals mounting each other.


May 16, 2007

I think Selene is the Goddess of Fertility and the Mother of opulence. She could nourish a thousand people with the vastness of her bosom and the abundance of her hips. Selene demands your adoration and attention, constantly. She inspired art and the deepest sweetness, thanks to her imposing grace. You love all that copious flesh. She must have gallons of milk inside those overflowing tits and hundreds of pounds of fat around her hips. All that is always ready for you. Selene wraps you between her soft bulging curves and gives you her warm magical smile for you to take. She welcomes your hunger, she pleases your body between her curves when you are down and buries you beneath her massive mountains of fat to satisfy you.

The flesh bouncing inside the shirt

May 6, 2007

I am at the airport, walking toward the taxi cab parking. I am tired and I have been missing my wife curves for more than a week. I walk slowly looking at the floor. I raise my head for a second and all of a sudden I see curves.

A beautiful black woman is walking toward me in the opposite direction. She’s a flight attendant, as her uniform clearly suggests. Medium heels black shoes, blue skirt and blazer and underneath that, a white buttoned-down shirt full of meat. That’s right, her chest is packed beyond belief. There is so much boobs in there that I can see the flesh bouncing from inside her shirt. I can see her ginormous bra barely keeping her breasts together, stacking flesh over flesh in one huge continuous amassment of the softest tits, forming a pool that moves and shakes like a lake at every step. The woman’s considerable weight – she also has a large chunky ass and thick thighs – and the hardness of her shoes make her stomp, therefore shaking her protruding frontal bumpers at every single step. Poetry in motion. I observe the chunks of flesh bulging and bouncing from inside the fabric of the strained shirt. They look fat, soft and luscious and my cock is hardening. It’s a perpetual motion, a constant jiggling of the most tender deliciousness, the richest texture, the creamiest mountains of flesh you could possibly dive into.

I wish she was a goddess I could pay my tribute whenever she needs it, in exchange for a little display of her precious beauty.

(For an alternative narration of the same events, read here.)

Protruding mounds of cellulite

May 5, 2007

“Bella cosciona grassa, bella, carnosa, cicciona, piena, bella gonfia di carne, ticcia, belle coscione zuppe di lardo,ti voglio,ti voglio, prendimi tra le tue coscione grasse, mi piace la tua cellulite, stringimi in mezzo alla tua carne…”

Imagine to gently put your lips on those delightful mounds of joy, imagine to feel the soft flesh lightly pressing on your lips, slipping into your mouth. It is so tender. Then you press your entire face into that protruding woman art. Ride a hand along her thighs. Do it very slowly, because those thighs are packed. With cellulite. Bursting. There is so much of it that it’s yummy bubbling beautiful. Opulence. Carla’s thighs are so thick and full your hand is not big enough. It just sinks into them, again into the ocean of softness. They are literally two huge heaps of flesh. Feel how your hand gently submerge into the outside of her silky legs. Be nice to her, adore her, treat her like the Queen she really is. I know you want to slide a hand between those thighs, she must be even softer there. But wait, tease her some more. She wants to be loved. And you certainly wanna love her with your hard stuff.

You desire to slide an entire hand between her legs. You do that. It’s so soft, there, and there’s a quantity of love you couldn’t imagine. The inner side of her chunky legs is 100% fat. Pure cellulite. Marvelous. You move upwards carefully, enjoying every little bit of lavishness she has there, until you barely touch the outside of her sex. It’s moist, but you go back to the fat wonderland for now. You widen the oh-so-squeezed hand to grab a handful of her fleshy fat. It’s soft, tender, and abundant like heaven. You repeatedly squeeze her for your own pleasure.

Carla pushes you down on your back and she comes on top of you. She is large. Your cock is a brick of warm hard flesh. She watches it, she touches it, and she wants it. She’s running the show. She comes closer and slowly opens her legs… wider, and wider, and wider. She emphasize how large she is and how easily she can take you. And then, she wraps her mountains of flesh around you.

Natural Jiggling

May 4, 2007

Generally speaking about physical appearance, I love BBWs because they are MORE elegant in the way they look. It’s very sensual to just watch a BBW walk… natural jiggling of tits, hips, thighs and so on. I love to see how their flesh nonchalantly bounce and shake.

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