She's a great companion, she's pretty, she's funny, she's talented, she's successful, she brings me up when I'm feeling low, she listens when I blab, and...I love her.
I also love her body. Actually, "love" isn't the word. I'm a freakin' slave. I pinch myself on a regular basis.
I just spent the weekend with her at a hotel on the beach--just the two of us, on a much-needed vacation. I shouldn't be away from work but she had two days off and I decided to surprise her. Spent time sunning, driving, sightseeing, getting a massage at the hotel, swimming---and ravishing each other on a king bed, sometimes twice a day.
We were surrounded at the pool and beach by a lot of so-called "perfect" women strutting in their bikinis, a lot with fake boobs, and when you looked at their faces, they looked cold.
I prefer my fat girl, hands down.
She's gotten so big now, and the sand and ocean loofahed her skin so when we got back to the hotel and showered and dried, she was glowing like a perfect goddess.
My goddess!
She invited me in, and of course I took her up on it, ravishing her hundred-plus extra pounds.
Her belly is swollen, round, jiggly, hanging, delightful.
Her hips are wide, equally soft.
Her rear is full of thousands of craters of cellulite, and soft and jiggly.
Her breasts are heading south, dotted by two sweet-as-berries extra large nipples that harden when you play with them.
Her upper arms are very, very big and flabby, and buttery, and fold over at the elbow.
It was like Christmas every day---every schoolboy's fantasy---a beautiful, naked woman in a hotel room with you.
I'm telling you this because I can't tell anyone else, and I know you'll understand.
I've got an amazing lady----a big fat beautiful girl.
Just perfect...and I want to shout it from the roof.
But I'll shout it to you because you guys know how it feels.
Like it's your birthday when she kisses you.
