My Story

He looked deep into her auburn eyes and saw the soul of my lover. Her rounded face matched her larger figure but he didn’t mind that. She was a big girl and he cupped her large breast in his hand as they locked tongues on the sofa, her mother in the next room chopping vegetables oblivious to the masculine hands fondling her daughter in the next room.

He gently yanked at her crimson dress she’d worn to her grandmother’s birthday party but she grabbed his hand and guided it back to her chest. She was still frightened of being caught by her mother rutting with her boyfriend on the sofa. He forced his tongue deeper into her throat, determined to force himself on her and she relented, her body softened and she lay deeper into the cushion but she still did not feel like going any further.