Category: Erotica

# A love frustrated by dieting

“Oh my God, salad again!” Exclaimed a frustrated Charlie. “This is the third night in a row! Can’t we have a steak once in a while?”

“Charlie, I don’t mind your weight, but the doctor said that this is the only way that you can reduce your blood pressure and your blood sugar. I’d rather have you around longer than enjoy those luscious love handles”. Tammy defended herself.

“Okay, but I know you married me because you liked my soft doughy body, and I always liked yours too, but I know I have to be a good boy” Charlie agreed.

Charlie and Tammy fell in love after meeting on a plus size dating site. At the time, they were recent college grads and both pleasingly plump. They had a lot in common; both struggled with their weight and dieted constantly to keep “attractive” for the general population before trying out the dating site. Despite their best efforts and suffering, Charlie was about 220 lbs, and 6’ tall, and Tammy was 5’ 5” and 180 lbs. when they started dating. Read more »

# Off the diet!

Tammy and Charlie arrived at Ruth Chris and told them that they were taking Dr. Reynolds’ place for lunch. The waiter immediately seated them in a private room with a round table for 8. They slid into the booth next to each other, and started looking at the menu. They were famished and eager to fill their bellies. They started off with appetizers, ordering calamari, ravioli, and stuffed mushrooms paired with a nice bottle of white wine.

Despite being sick of salads, Tammy and Charlie couldn’t resist the decadent salads at Ruth Chris, so they each ordered a salad, Tammy had ahi-tuna while Charlie had the steak salad.

After the salad course they realized the damage dieting had done on their stomachs. They were nearly full but hadn’t even had the main course. Back before the diet, they would still be famished. Nonetheless, they soldiered on.

They both ordered the New York strip steak and for sides they ordered lobster mac and cheese, onion rings and French fries. Read more »

We met online.

I can still recall it. A casual comment, a response, then another. Such a small beginning.

That first conversation, and so many that followed. Like two stars passing in orbit, circling, compelled by our own gravity, drawing ever closer.

Until we met.

How we had talked, bared our souls. Now here we are, and not a single word needed. I enter, look at you, approach, stand before you. Feel your presence as you feel mine, before holding you at last.

I break the warmth of our embrace. Have you stand right there. Walk slowly around you. Admire you. My eyes drinking you in, my fingertips gently touching what so long I’ve wanted from afar.

I step closer, almost touching. The heat of our bodies, and the steady gaze of your eyes up into mine. Communication, without words.

I take your hand. Lead you from the room. I sit, and have you kneel before me, the prettiest of presents.

You lay your head on my lap, my thigh. My arms embrace you, surround you. Holding all of you. My hand stroking your hair, from scalp to nape, as you melt into me. Everything fading away under the repetition of my fingers over you. Read more »

The wine I consumed all evening is burned off by the arousal coursing through my veins. your body pressing, your scent, your breathe melding with mine is making my heart beat a rapid staccato. You whisper in my ear, sweet, then beautiful, then filthy things that make me gasp and then moan. I try to maintain eye contact, but the sensations you coax take over as you relentlessly push me to my peak without mercy. long fingers caress the tender skin of my throat, and you squeeze. My eyelids pop open to meet mossy irises that are filled with need and cool, uncompromising control. As the oxygen to my brain depletes I get lost in their depths. The edges of my vision get fuzzy, then you let go. the air around us vibrates with the force of your will. the look you give me demands I give you everything, and I feel myself being swept under. But I want to push you as far as you’ve pushed me, and I resist even as my heart begs me to yield to you . No, I say in a small voice, and shake my head, desperately trying to maintain my autonomy. But my soul has woken from the place its been sleeping and relinquishes itself even as I whine and fight my desire to submit . in a quiet voice crackling with authority, you tell me to come, and my eyes flutter closed. helpless against your command, I obey.