I’ve loved reading this subreddit, and it’s definitely helped me out when I was in a sexual drought, so I figured I would contribute my sexual adventures, over the past few years. I’ll start with Devin, and fuck no, I didn’t change names. None of that “Let’s call her…” horseshit. Real deal. This is long, so you guys won’t get the down and dirty until part two or three. Like I say, had to break this up into sections. Here we go!
My left knee protested against my Toyota’s heavy clutch. Another Friday, stuck in the mire of 405 traffic in south Orange County. This is Year Two of the Friday rigmarole, and Year Three of being in the Dead Bedroom Club, a fraternity I would not wish anybody entrance into. I usually leave 32nd Street in San Diego in a high-speed burn, Blaze across Camp Pendleton, to get stuck in hellish Los Angeles traffic, to wind up on my couch in Oxnard 7 hours later, we’re after a few whiskey sodas I retired to the bedroom, and sleep next to the Great Wall of pillows that separates my wife and I. At this point, I could not understand the dichotomy on our relationship. It was six years from us getting married, deployments, cross-country moves, and somehow I have become friend-zoned by the one woman I love. People that saw us, we’re actually surprised that we were married. Not because we were cold, and distant, but the fact that people thought we were two of the greatest friends and could ever ask for. And we actually work, there is nothing separating us from getting into any sort of Mischief, it was far removed from my weekly grind that was 190 miles south. The only problem was, my only form of sexual relevance was reading this very subreddit, and relishing any story u/ddfnord wrote.
I know it was the fall time frame, but it was fucking hot in a car with no air conditioning. I actually looked forward to the next coming weekend where I would stay in the motorhome down the San Diego and not have to deal with this bullshit in this LA traffic and a car with zero creature comfort. That weekend would be a Halloween bash (If you figured out it was mid-October, congratulations) for users that are part of a community I dub Internetfatgirlworld. Being a moderator on one of the sundry websites that consist of this community, I caught a lot of hell when I married my wife back in 2010. Well she has five inches on my remarkably average five foot seven frame, and a bra size that is in the lower middle alphabet, she definitely qualifies as an Amazonian princess. I don’t exactly think she fits into the BBW category, and I was derided by many and considered a traitor because I normally very outspoken about dating BBW.
I still haven’t been completely rendered a pariah in the community, and at any given opportunity, I will attend these events, because a.) I like fat chicks, and b.) having worked in an industry around that, I knew a lot of people. So now we are not sitting passenger seat in a Plucky Old Celica on a hot day, we are now at next weekend’s event at some Banquet Hall at a hotel in San Diego. Of course being Halloween you have to dress up, and I was a half-assed attempt at an Agent Smith. Devin shows up fashionably late, dressed as a cat of some sort. I know a lot of women seem to use Halloween is an excuse to dress up as a slut, but when your clothing size has a few X’s in front of the L, Society still dictates you exercise moderate modesty. While I prefer an endomorphic, or pear shape of female form when it comes to a fat girl, I wish that science can somehow synthesize them into something I can snort up my nose. Devin was no exception. We exchanged messages on one of these silly websites, and I was really intrigued by her intelligence. Today was my first time meeting her. She was about my height, and in the low three century mark, she was apple shaped. We surprisingly hit it off! [Go to part two](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dakg8l/tales_in_bbw_land_devin_part_two_mf/)
Stay tuned, literary degenerates.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dakbcw/tales_in_bbw_land_devin_part_one_mf