Archive for March, 2009

Ode to Dawn, Goddess of Abundance

March 23, 2009
Imagine a huge lot of creamy beauty swaying back and forth, jigling its flesh like an ocean of buttery milk

Imagine a huge lot of creamy beauty swaying back and forth, jigling its flesh like an ocean of buttery milk

MsDawnp latest video — called “Headless” (3/18/2008) — is one of the sexiest video I’ve ever seen. And I don’t say this lightly. It’s one of those videos words are not enough. You really got to see it with your eyes and just drool over it.

It’s full of jiggling flesh all over, you see belly, ass, thighs, you see her big overflowing boobs swaying left and right, barely contained by her glorifying shelf top. That’s a dam on the verge of collapse. Her boob flesh is stacked on top of it like big, bulging water mountains, filling the dress to capacity. Nobody could possibly load it more than that. It’s such a sensual, magnificent, sublimely beautiful view. And all of that is in motion, all before your eyes. It’s the most elegant dance a guy can see.

Nobody talks about this level of beauty. The beauty of a mating call, the beauty of motherhood, the beauty of over abundance. The magnificence of filling up a bra with so much softness that you almost see it oozing out like honey, or rich milk, and you want to just dive in, and lay, lick, love, and die. And so I want to write this ode to the fullness of her chest, to the largeness of her hips and to the soft fertility of her belly. And I want to write this to all BBWs and to their lovers, for they should cherish the divine curvy beauty they are blessed to live with, just like I am.

I wish I could stand before you, oh mia Goddess, even with my hardened body so indecently exposed. And please forgive me if I speak like this about your beauty, and if I tell others to look at your naked opulence, and stare at your jiggling flesh.

I dare to hope that one day, the most beautiful and prosperous, you will walk in front of us with that same dress, to show the world how creamy your world truly is.
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Now, you only have one thing to do. Go to her website and subscribe. Seriously. There are no second meanings in my words, I am unfortunately not affiliated with her (notice how I have no ads on my blog differently from all other blogs). I’m just a horny guy who likes BBWs with big boobs and very large hips, and I’m telling you: you won’t find this hotness anywhere else. (Plus she listens to subscribers feedback and talks/cams with them…;))

(Photo is (c) msdawnp.com)

Qane is back!

March 13, 2009
I love those big bulging hips, 100% pure cellulite, the softest and most beautiful ever!

I love those big bulging hips, 100% pure cellulite, the softest and most beautiful ever!

Ladies and gentlemen, Qane is back. And she is back with a brand new website where you can not only watch the wonders of her copious cellulite, but also admire other very curvy girls, although not as curvy as Qane. There are no new videos yet but her new photos are amazing. I really suggest you join because she has some of the best jiggling hips ever, and while chatting with me she even said she’d consider some of my ideas. Which, as you can imagine, involve a lot natural jiggling.

Anyway, in case you had forgotten, Qane is 75″ fat around her hips and that generosity makes her one of the most erotic BBW on the net. Her magnificent hips are back and it feels special to admire them again. Look at them again… they are still incredibly large, and each one is big like a basket-ball, but very soft. You will want to dive into those bulging bags of beauty. You will want to reach out and bury your whole face into those pillows, licking and squeezing everywhere like a hungry boy.

Her opulence is magical and abundant, like a river of soft elegance that seems to pop out of the screen. I love how the almost liquid oval of her butt is loaded with flesh, heaping with pleasure. And I adore how her hips become a shelf for passion, the most sincere and selfless love, willing to give life in such a luscious receptacle of lust.

(Photo is (c) Qane)

Your Fat Breasted Bellydancer

March 9, 2009
Drool over the pool of tit flesh jiggling in front of you

Drool over the pool of tit flesh jiggling in front of you

Wouldn’t you love to have this kind of bellydancer at your bachelor party? With her magnificent ebony skin, the softness of Mother Earth, and the grace of a queen? fatbreasted_bellydancer1fatbreasted_bellydancer2 With those abundant mounds of breast flesh (very generously exposed), jiggling to the rhythm of your lust? Or what about having the meaty thighs of such an amazon around you instead of some skinny girl’s bones?

Hug a BBW. Embrace her opulence, dive into her. Marry her. Adore her.

La Cosciona Regina d’Italia – Capitolo 1

March 2, 2009

Long, fat legs full of meat

(photo (c) dirtylittlediva.com)

Capitolo 1: Col grasso delle cosce

Riconobbi le cosce di Rossana da lontano. Cosce così sono rare in Italia. Sono di quelle cosce lunghissime, che sembrano non finire mai, ma che oltre ad essere lunghe sono anche molto piene. Persino a cinquanta metri di distanza si stagliano imponenti contro il freddo dell’inverno romagnolo. Ma non è solo per questo che le riconosco con così tanta facilità. E’ soprattutto per via di quello che si portano appresso mentre attraversano la piazza, tra gli occhi increduli delle massaie, inorridite da cotanta ostentazione di lusso, agli sguardi del bar sempre affollato di vecchi marpioni, che a settantanni ancora cercano l’avventura disinteressata. E di fronte a questi avventori affamati di sesso Rossana amava passeggiare, perchè questi non avevano mai problemi ad esprimere il loro apprezzamento per le sue forme più che giunoniche, in modo anche grezzo, ma sincero.

D’altra parte, con alcuni di questi loschi figuri Rossana aveva anche avuto qualche incontro, se non altro per curiosità. La maggior parte erano dei buoni a nulla, interessati solo a parlare ad alta voce di se con gli amici del bar, ed incapaci di far godere una donna. Per cui il suo vero interesse verso di loro era sotto lo zero. Le piaceva solo sentire i loro commenti volgari quando mostrava un ettaro delle sue coscione.

Tuttavia vi era uno di questi signori che sembrava quasi un vero uomo, o perlomeno degno di tale qualifica. Intanto non era decrepito come gli altri: avrà avuto una sessantina d’anni, sebbene non ne dimostrasse nemmeno cinquanta, e li portava con una forte personalità. Aveva un fascino tipo Fellini, sguardo un po’ burbero, ma movimenti gentili. Lo vedeva tutte le mattine, quando si recava al bar per fare colazione. Mentre ordinava il cappuccino con le solite tre paste, una alla crema, una alla marmellata e un bombolone di cioccolata, osservava di sfuggita l’uomo, sempre seduto allo stesso tavolino a leggere, e a volte a scrivere. Era del tutto diverso dagli altri rozzi individui, e non era facile capire cosa ci facesse in quel covo di contadini in calore, improvvisamente risvegliati dall’andropausa.
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