SWEET TOOTH #1 [BBW, m/F, Dom/Sub]

#**SWEET TOOTH #1**

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###**| Summary**

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*…A suspenseful tale, with more than a handful of taboo twists.*

*Sweet Tooth* is about Samantha, a big woman, who – with the help of an eccentric younger man – finally overcomes her life-long sweet tooth. Expect a surreal, playful story about a unique Dom/Sub relationship, told in eight gloriously *messy* chapters.

[Links to all chapters of *Sweet Tooth* in the comments below.]

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###**| Author’s Note**

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Before we start, a quick word; *just between you and me, dear Reader*. If you intend to read *Sweet Tooth*, then this will be the first step on a long journey, one which we will be taking together; *so why not stop now, talk awhile?*

I’ve always struggled with the notion of giving my stories “tags”. The OCD part of my brain loves the *idea* of them, but the story-teller in me hates the notion of spoiling the twists and turns of a tale (even the most obligatory twist and turns). So, as far as giving *Sweet Tooth* tags, we’ll keep it real simple: *BBW, Bondage, Dom/Sub, Foodplay, m/F.* To say anything more than that, I’m afraid, would spoil what I have in store for later chapters.

I really do hope you enjoy this bizarre little tale as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it; though, to be honest, I’d understand if you didn’t. *Sweet Tooth* is a story that caters to a very specific appetite: one with insatiable cravings. The state of mind I was in while writing this story felt not unlike that of a child, who compulsively shovels handful after handful of candy into their mouth, despite knowing it won’t make them feel very good.

Oh, I should mention now that any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. I can stomach a tough review, don’t worry. No sincere critique is too nit-picky. And PM’s are perfectly welcome, too. The corrections that I do make will all be credited at the bottom of each post. Every couple of chapters or so, I’m going to check-in again with another *Author’s Note*, once there’s more for me to talk about. *Until then, dear Reader…*

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###**| ONE:** *Samantha Leaves Work Early*

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Samantha sat at her desk, anxiously chewing on a lollipop stick, while scanning the office for co-workers. She spotted Simon, the intern, brewing coffee over in the break room; and Meghan, the boss’s latest bombshell of a secretary, who’s head was currently bent over the photocopier, trying to unjam what looked like a particularly nasty tangle of shredded paper. *The coast is clear…*

*No one would notice if I did it, right now,* Samantha thought to herself, feeling her heart begin to pound against her chest. *Right now, I could… Just,* right *now…*

Still clenching the plastic lollipop stick between her teeth, Samantha glanced back down at her phone, which sat on-top of her lap, like a bridge between her round thighs. The text message she’d received a minute ago still lingered on the screen, stubbornly, as if to give her no option but to submit: *’change of plans. meet at my place. 2 pm. no later.’* Just then, another text appeared before Samantha’s eyes, directly below the first: *’sorry. you’ll have to leave work early.’* And another: *’happy birthday, princess. see you soon.’*

Samantha reached into the drawer of her desk and pulled out a fresh lollipop. *Hm, strawberry.* She tore the plastic wrapping off, discarded it in the trashcan under her desk, then tossed the sucker back into her mouth, like an alcoholic taking a shot of whiskey. Samantha gnawed on the lollipop madly, grinding her teeth against the crystaline mass of sugar, still watching for any sign of her boss, Mr. Creighton.

*Right now,* Samantha decided. *Go* right *now…*

Meghan looked up from the photocopier briefly as Samantha strolled past, but she didn’t seem to register her co-worker’s early departure. *Phew*, Samantha thought, continuing to make her way toward the door at the end of the corridor. She was suddenly feeling very self-aware of how little her body-type suited itself to stealthy scenarios such as this one.

As Samantha walked passed the break room, Simon waved to her through the glass walls, wearing a grin that seemed decidedly out of place to her. One phrase repeated in Samantha’s head, like a paranoid drum, synchronizing itself to the tremendous throb of her heart beat: *He caught me. He caught me. He caught me.* Then: *He knows. He knows. He knows.* Samantha took a deep breath, walking a little faster now. *He’ll tell. He’ll tell. He’ll tell.*

But a moment later, Simon casually lowered his eyes back down to the coffee brewing in-front of him, still wearing that same oddly toothy smile. He hadn’t actually acknowledged anything out of the ordinary, Samantha realized. *Interns are just naturally creepy people,* she thought, closing the distance to the staircase at a brisk pace.

Before exiting through the door, Samantha chanced a quick glance over her shoulder. Meghan was still occupied by the photocopier, cursing at it under her breath. Simon appeared to have spilt coffee onto his tie and was desperately trying to soak it out with a napkin. *Lets hope no know notices I’m gone,* she thought, before disappearing…

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