Big beautiful woman Stories

The shadows of tree branches projected by an outside streetlamp dance across the ceiling of Allyson's upstairs bedroom. Thunder was rumbling in the distance, and the wind leading the oncoming storm steadily increased. It was late evening, and the storm would be there before midnight. Allyson loved thunderstorms. The preceding winds would soon be joined by the patter of rain on the roof as the thunder grew louder and the l...

I frowned upon finding the chair taken — my chair, the leather highback I occupied every day at noon in a particularly secluded bookstore nook. What she was reading captivated her, so she didn’t notice my presence until I sat in the much-less-comfortable, adjacent chair. When she finally lifted her face buried in her book, I looked into the most soulful brown eyes I’d ever seen, and in the blink of an eye, my annoyance di...

He stepped into the café just as I finished my meal. It was a little before three on a Wednesday afternoon, so there were only a few other customers besides us. I'd worked through my lunch break due to an unexpected mini-crisis at the office. By the time I got it resolved, I was famished and eager to escape my job for an hour. The man sat at a table near mine. My gaze lingered on him while he removed his suit coat and dra...

I wake spurting, desperately clinging to dissipating visions of her pillowy breasts sandwiching my cock. Last night she’d approached me at the bar. Helen. The seam of her clingy leggings disappeared between her southern orbs, saying, “Fuck you,” to those who thought a woman her size should tent her body. Her eyebrow cocked, daring me to ignore my friends’ snickers and accept the obscene invite from her parted lips. I regr...