Russell Williams
Well-Known Member
IN PRAISE OF FAT
I am a practicing FA with years of experience. Long have I been
praising the bodies of beautiful fat women. In the process my
life has been enriched by meeting many wonderful women who take
justifiable pride in their supple, flexible, silky bodies.
However there are many young, untutored FA's in NAAFA who, while
recognizing that it brings great joy, are not fully aware of the
potential for ecstasy presented by the voluptuous, abundant body
of a charming, joyful, willing to be admired, fat woman. To
provide guidance to such inexperienced FA's I provide the
following thoughts gleaned from years of intensive practice.
I love the fat female form in all its multitudinous
manifestations. If a woman calls on the phone, or, while dressed
in a tent, stands in front of me, with no makeup on, I can easily
hold a deep, philosophical discussion with her. However, let the
woman in question have make up on, her hair in order and wear a
form fitting outfit, then my attention wanders, my mind stumbles,
and my train of logic runs off the track.
O neophyte FA, you know how the sight of a voluptuous fat body
rivets your attention. Long have you known that still or moving,
vertical or horizontal, clothed or not, the joys of fat are
legion. You have wondered why others climb mountains or buy
Rembrandts in their search for beauty when wondrous splendor is
as near as the local NAAFA meeting.
Novice FA, you have already learned that to watch a well dressed
fat woman stand and talk, to view her movements across the dance
floor, to lovingly watch each and every bounce as she comes down
a staircase, and ( oh heart be still!) to see one bouncing,
jiggling, and rippling on a diving board... are but a few of the
visual joys of fat.
But wait, oh neophyte FA, for there is more! For every ounce of
visual pleasure in a willing fat woman there is a pound of
tactile pleasure. The touching delights of fat seem endless.
They range from gently stroking a fat arm through hugging a large
soft body, to slowly laying one's head on a magnificent belly.
While your head is ensconced in her soft satin skin, the cares
and worries of the day dissipate. Your blood pressure drops,
your stress level plummets, you have a foretaste of the delights
of heaven.
Now, relaxed and refreshed, consider the following tactile
possibilities. One can view a willing fat woman resting on her
side and simultaneously stroke her fat as it billows across the
sheets. In time watch your source of delight as she reclines on
her back with the rhythmic movements of breathing raising and
lowering her massive, majestic, marvelous fat. Again draw your
fingers gently, slowly across her silken softness. Finally,
gently raise a large portion of her tender glory and watch it,
upon release, fall back, rippling and enticing across the bed
while slowly returning to a resting state.
Oh FA you are not dying. The hot flashes, the heart
palpitations, the shaking hands and loss of breath that you now
have are all the normal responses of an FA who has encountered a
very loving and desirable fat woman.
Yet, oh budding FA, your ecstasy can not continue to build
uninterrupted. There is more to fat then its soft comfort,
warmth, and security. We have not spoken of its thoughtful,
intellectual joys. The mathematician, artist, physicist, and
musician in each of us can all find relaxation, practice, and
enjoyment in fine, fair, friendly, flowing fat. The painter can
recreate on canvas, the mathematician can quantify; the physicist
can observe, measure, and weigh; and the musician can create
melodies with the bodies, bellies, thighs, arms and hips of their
loved ones.
But enough of these raphsodies on fat. My own angel of delight
has appeared. My train is rapidly running off its track. It is
time to retire with my large, lovely fat woman, and turn thoughts
into actions, words into deeds.
I am a practicing FA with years of experience. Long have I been
praising the bodies of beautiful fat women. In the process my
life has been enriched by meeting many wonderful women who take
justifiable pride in their supple, flexible, silky bodies.
However there are many young, untutored FA's in NAAFA who, while
recognizing that it brings great joy, are not fully aware of the
potential for ecstasy presented by the voluptuous, abundant body
of a charming, joyful, willing to be admired, fat woman. To
provide guidance to such inexperienced FA's I provide the
following thoughts gleaned from years of intensive practice.
I love the fat female form in all its multitudinous
manifestations. If a woman calls on the phone, or, while dressed
in a tent, stands in front of me, with no makeup on, I can easily
hold a deep, philosophical discussion with her. However, let the
woman in question have make up on, her hair in order and wear a
form fitting outfit, then my attention wanders, my mind stumbles,
and my train of logic runs off the track.
O neophyte FA, you know how the sight of a voluptuous fat body
rivets your attention. Long have you known that still or moving,
vertical or horizontal, clothed or not, the joys of fat are
legion. You have wondered why others climb mountains or buy
Rembrandts in their search for beauty when wondrous splendor is
as near as the local NAAFA meeting.
Novice FA, you have already learned that to watch a well dressed
fat woman stand and talk, to view her movements across the dance
floor, to lovingly watch each and every bounce as she comes down
a staircase, and ( oh heart be still!) to see one bouncing,
jiggling, and rippling on a diving board... are but a few of the
visual joys of fat.
But wait, oh neophyte FA, for there is more! For every ounce of
visual pleasure in a willing fat woman there is a pound of
tactile pleasure. The touching delights of fat seem endless.
They range from gently stroking a fat arm through hugging a large
soft body, to slowly laying one's head on a magnificent belly.
While your head is ensconced in her soft satin skin, the cares
and worries of the day dissipate. Your blood pressure drops,
your stress level plummets, you have a foretaste of the delights
of heaven.
Now, relaxed and refreshed, consider the following tactile
possibilities. One can view a willing fat woman resting on her
side and simultaneously stroke her fat as it billows across the
sheets. In time watch your source of delight as she reclines on
her back with the rhythmic movements of breathing raising and
lowering her massive, majestic, marvelous fat. Again draw your
fingers gently, slowly across her silken softness. Finally,
gently raise a large portion of her tender glory and watch it,
upon release, fall back, rippling and enticing across the bed
while slowly returning to a resting state.
Oh FA you are not dying. The hot flashes, the heart
palpitations, the shaking hands and loss of breath that you now
have are all the normal responses of an FA who has encountered a
very loving and desirable fat woman.
Yet, oh budding FA, your ecstasy can not continue to build
uninterrupted. There is more to fat then its soft comfort,
warmth, and security. We have not spoken of its thoughtful,
intellectual joys. The mathematician, artist, physicist, and
musician in each of us can all find relaxation, practice, and
enjoyment in fine, fair, friendly, flowing fat. The painter can
recreate on canvas, the mathematician can quantify; the physicist
can observe, measure, and weigh; and the musician can create
melodies with the bodies, bellies, thighs, arms and hips of their
loved ones.
But enough of these raphsodies on fat. My own angel of delight
has appeared. My train is rapidly running off its track. It is
time to retire with my large, lovely fat woman, and turn thoughts
into actions, words into deeds.
