I moved in with a new roommate a few years ago. “Jacob” was a few inches taller than me but nerdy and incredibly awkward, the kind of guy you knew was a virgin well into his 20’s, if not still, and who didn’t go on a lot of dates in general. I wasn’t a super stud by any means but I knew how to talk to women and not freak them out, which put me above my mostly-nerdy friend group. I was one of a few of us who actually had a girlfriend, and I have to say I lucked out. My girlfriend, “Cynthia,” was a stout girl I met in a literature class. She had a thick body, a little bit of a belly, and love handles, but most importantly her tits were like big full cantaloupes hanging off her chest. I loved to see them bounce when she was on top of me, loved to stick my slightly-above-average-sized cock between them, and I especially loved how jealous my friends were that they were mine. I was the one who got to touch them at the end of the day, so it kind of made me untouchable in terms of insults. If Jacob ever said anything rude or disrespectful to me I could just play up Cynthia’s big cantaloupes and it would make him feel like crap.
Author: TightVariation1
How to run a [Harem] out of the local Dairy Queen [MFFFFFF] [vanilla] [first person] [drug use]
**I. Sandy**
I was so burned out after college I ended up doing nothing of value for a whole decade after. Well, I had this dream of becoming a “professional gamer” and so it felt like all the time I spent grinding in various games was time well-spent, but then I found myself in my early-30’s with no job skills or real prospects. I was also incredibly depressed and lonely, having had one relationship with a really hot slightly older woman named Michelle who dumped my ass once she realized how immature I was. Besides Michelle, and by the way it was painful to even think of her name at that time, I had been unlucky in love for the better part of a decade. By the time I took a job at Dairy Queen, just to pay for rent and weed, I hadn’t had sex in three years. Or four, I’d honestly lost count. The work was, to be honest, pretty humiliating overall. I had to wear a stupid uniform and stand for most of the day, and I was always afraid of angering customers or my boss my doing the wrong thing. Over time I got okay at the job, though.