Posts Tagged ‘pillows of cellulite’

Ti piace il grasso delle mie mammelle?

April 5, 2017

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Parliamo di cosce…

November 9, 2014

Parliamo di cosce… non ho mai discusso della bellezza della coscia femminile, specie quando esaltata da grassi volumi di cellulite. Una bellezza fatta di carne e abbondanza, perchè la coscia è una delle aree del corpo dedicata interamente alla carne, sia essa muscolo o grasso opulento. Una bellezza che ha la libertà di smodare, di essere smodata, ma anche di s-moda-re, di andare oltre le apparenze e i sentimenti passeggeri per coinvolgere la passione in modo eterno, di più e oltre.

Prendete Farrah Foxx, per esempio.

La bellissima Farrah continua a ingrassarsi. Le sue cosce sono spessissime. Sono grasse e obese e trasudano cellulite, con tutti quei gnocchi e quei crateri. Se toccate l’immagine dovreste vederne una ad alta risoluzione, che mostra la grassezza delle sue gambone. Poi e’ pure alta, quindi quelli sono veri e propri letti di carne. La pienezza delle forme è confermata dai suoi fianchi molto alti e ricolmi.


Parlando di altezza, come si fa a non nominare SuperDome, già eletta Fat Curvy Queen qualche tempo fa. Una donna il cui punto piu’ carnoso sono proprio le cosce, lunghissime e grassissime. Una gigantessa felliniana, dalla carnagione vellutata e le curve infinite, la cui altezza (piú di un metro e novanta) nasconde nelle foto la sua vera stazza.


A tutte le Donne: se avete le cosce piene di cellulite, per favore MOSTRATELE!

September 1, 2014


cosciona Mostratele senza paura, mostratele con orgoglio, mostrate tutta la vostra bellezza, andate fiere dell’abbondanza delle vostre forme, godetene, e fate godere i vostri amanti e quelli futuri, che saranna sedotti da cotanta morbidezza!



SexyMaeSSBBW and more than 75″ of fishnets

August 6, 2011

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Stay tuned for Sexy Mae’s new website launch!

I think fishnets look amazing on SSBBWs with really fat thighs. I’m talking about lots of bumps and craters of cellulite. I love the sensuality that exudes from them. I love the softness that manages to pop out of the tight fabric of the nets, inevitably too small to contain all of those curves.

I imagine Ms Mae going out to the club, all dressed in black, scarlet lipstick and heavy eyeliner to match. Walking to the packed dance-floor in her big shit-kicking boots. A luscious image of opulence and sheer beauty. She goes in. She doesn’t mind the contact with the passionate music lovers. It’s part of the fun. And the Cure is playing.

The Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night

She feels some fingers on one of her hips. She catches them in their sin, she grabs and squeezes them into her copious flesh, before pushing them away. Fuckers. That’s what a fat girls feels like, she thinks. The dim lights and shadows make her legs look even bubblier. She likes it. Her boobs jiggle too. A older goth looks at them before realizing how big her bottom is. She bends over and back up. The poor bastard drools as her skinny girlfriend catches him looking at sexy Mae. Pathetic. She turns away. She leans on one leg and jiggles the other, making her hip look as soft as water. She gained a few pounds recently.

I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time
Lose me in the dark
Please do it right
Run into the night

A tall skinny guy, whose eyes look sad and lonely, stops dancing as soon as he see her jiggly hips move. He first looks at her thighs, but then stares firmly into her eyes. She glances back but continues dancing, her hands on her waist.

I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain
My heart explodes

The song throbs in waves, distorted sound and the passion of hope. Enraptured, she looks back again and he is still there. The pulse of the music is too deep, her curves too opulent. Suddenly he moves, slowly, toward her. Even skinnier and taller than he looked. His eyes, they burn. Her hands stretch to invite him. A dance.

My memory in a fire
And someone will listen
At least for a short while

She listens. He dances slowly, holding her hands. He looks again down and around her, adoring her. Eating her alive. How often do you see sincerity and a sweet, lonely boldness in the same glance? She moves his hands on her waist. On top of her hips. They get closer. And their eyes meet. The clocks on walls stop.

Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colours
The first kiss

His lips are warm, soft and strong. His hands grab her, gently squeezing her like a pillow. Everybody is watching, but nobody cares. The sound of lust.

Her thighs. He does lust for them. She feels him grazing her skin, the bulges of her fat through the too-tight fishnets. She sees again the previous bastard and she smiles deviously as her new lover adores her. She bends her leg a little. Heavy and enormous, he loves every inch of it. He shakes her and strokes her with a gentle and intense passion she has never seen before. How, when do you define love? Its immediacy? She pulls him in, reaching for his waist and butt. They are one body.

Please make it good tonight
But the same image haunts me
In sequence
In despair of time

The song comes to a slight pause, an inflection of time. They look into each other eyes. The same sadness emerges from both. The same passion. He holds her around her waist. There are no words needed. Even if something changed forever.

Maybe they will meet again, or maybe not. After all, it was only a song. There’s nothing more important than that.

I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again

Stay tuned for Sexy Mae’s new website launch!

Hips like an immensity, and an offer from the Goddess, an offer in soft flesh, and lots of it

Hips like an immensity, and an offer from the Goddess, an offer in soft flesh, and lots of it

Pear Bottoms, la zia che s’e’ ingrassata

May 10, 2011

(Photo is (c)

La zia Pear Bottoms sembra dire, “Mi sono ingrassata troppo, non sto piu’ dentro la poltrona! Ma sai una cosa, ho ancora fame… mi porti un’altra fetta di cheesecake, per piacere? Ci tengo alla mia figura…” has a fat set with Pear Bottom in white and blue, showing her massive hips squeezing down into that chair. It’s a big chair…

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