D.L. Uhlrich

Cecile Lovell

The Big Girl's Guide to Mind blowing Sex- D.L. Uhlrich

1.Love your body. Love yourself.

As a life time member of the big girls club, I believe this to be the most important rule. Being a big girl isn't always easy, but it can be fun. It's now become “in” to be curvy. Celebrities pay obscene amounts of money to have big breasts and big asses. All the stuff they pay money for we have for free. In order to be comfortable in your own skin, in my humble opinion, you have to work what you've got. What some consider fat, I consider cushion. What others consider love handles, I consider more to love. There is absolutely no reason to look like everyone else. Big can be sexy if you know how to package it. When folks say, “You'd be so pretty if you were smaller,” tell them to kiss your fat ass! Kiss ALL OF IT!

2.Look good and you'll feel good.

As my dear mother always says, “Just because it's in your size doesn't mean you should wear it.” Truer words were never spoken. I remember a trip to Atlanta to visit relatives, my cousin took us to the mall. There was a, how should I say this, EXTREMELY ROTUND woman standing at the bus stop wearing skin tight stretch pants and a thong. I don't know what was more disturbing. The fact that you could see the thong or the fact that she had it on. I didn't even know they made thongs that size!

Anywhoo, just remember Moma B's words,“Just because it's in your size doesn't mean you should wear it.”

Next on to feeling good. There's a common misconception that we just sit around stuffing ding dongs down our necks and chase them with a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Now there may be days when this may be the case, but that doesn't mean we don't try and stay active.

The first day at my yoga class. The instructor comes over and introduces herself and then goes into how the class was structured. Warm up. Then on to your standard poses. Child's pose. Cobra. Downward Facing dog (don't mind the farting noises). Staff and Lotus poses. And then the cool down. After the class, as we were gathering our mats and putting our shoes back on, the instructor comes to me and says, “You're very flexible” and I said, “Don't let the fat fool ya.” In other words, don't let being a big girl keep you from moving.

3.Find a willing partner.

Now this can be tricky. 2011 and the world population is made up of approximately 88% male, yet it's still difficult to find a man who honestly likes a big girl. You get those who are thoroughly disgusted by anyone overweight. They think we're lazy and gluttonous. Then you have the ones who claim to like curvy women, but all you ever see them with are pencil thin, see through chicks. And then there are the guys who come at you like, “God Damn! Look at all that ass!” To them I say, “Kick rocks, with an open toe shoe!”

I have to admit that I did fall for one of those slick talkers once. While in the midst of lackluster sex he said he'd fuck me so good that I'd scream my own name. Yeah, right. When he was on top of me huffing and puffing like he was climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro he said, “I'm fucking you so good you can't even speak.” I didn't say a word and let him think what he wanted. With all his heavy breathing he wouldn't have heard me anyway. Two pumps later he was done. Still on top of me, he said, “That was the shit. I bet you came 3 times.”

Perplexed, I said,“Uh no. I didn't have time to get one in with you finishing in 8 minutes flat.”

“Whatever. You know it was good. Besides, if you don't cum when I cum, you cum when I cum back.”

That was it. Practically screaming in his face, I said, “Get the fuck off me and get out of my house!”

As I slammed the door in his face, I heard him say, “You'll never find another man as good as me!”Ugh! What a bleak thought! I was determined to prove him wrong.

The work place isn't exactly the ideal location to meet a perspective bed mate, but where else could I meet my dream man? I'm a Christian who'd fallen off the highway to heaven wagon long ago so I don't go to church. Grocery stores aren't safe and clubs are out of the question, so that left me with work.

Flirting at work is dangerous, what with people who aren't even in the conversation able to claim sexual harassment. It's especially perilous in corporate America. That, however, didn't stop it from happening and my best friend Shelia was a pro.

5'9”, flaming red hair and a body that made grown men weep. She was as outspoken as she was beautiful. She doesn't suffer fools gladly. Men love her because she's ravenous and women hate her because of her wanton sexuality. It could also be because she doesn't discriminate against married men. A man, was a man, was a man. If he didn't have sense enough not to stray, that wasn't Shelia's problem.

Where Shelia tastes where motley, I was more selective. She would say picky. I wasn't picky. I wanted a man who's touch was so electric, I'd put it on my resume. A kiss that would tattoo itself on my brain. And sex. Whew! Sex that would make me thank God for making man. I knew exactly what I wanted and want I wanted came in the form of Nicholas Masterson. Sexy personified. He worked in a different department and we unfortunately weren't direct co-workers , but his office was across from mine. Right in my line of vision. Yea for me!

He was 42 to my 39 and 6'3” to my 5'5”. He was a retired Marine who'd served his country and came back home to a wife who didn't feel like waiting for him. I'd heard this by way of Shelia's keen detective skills. She knew I lusted for him so she kept her ears open for any news on the object of my desire. Five years after the divorce, he'd licked his wounds and was primed for a hot affair. So said all the twitterpated females who swarmed around him. Me, I choose to stay out of shark infested waters and worship him from afar.

I saw him in his uniform once and got the vapors. I was a sucker for a man in uniform, but he looked even better in a suit. Athletic cut suits that fit like a second skin. Along with being tall, he had salt and pepper hair that he kept short. Broad shoulders that seemed to span the width of a doorway and a smile that turned my knees to jelly. That smile. *Sigh* His smile alone was worth the price of admission even if he never spoke a word, but luckily for me he did speak, even if was just to exchange pleasantries. Speak, such a poor choice of words for what he did. His words caressed the skin. His voice was silky smooth with a touch of gravel.

Nic wasn't overtly handsome. Not a pretty man like Brad Pitt, but a man who exuded confidence. Every once in a while, shadows would cross his face and show a man who'd seen terrible things, but lines around his eyes and mouth told of someone who laughed a lot. He to me, was simply beautiful. Just seeing him made me salivate, but since I didn't know if he had the same Pavlovian response to me as I had to him, I kept my mouth shut.

Friday night after my workout and all I wanted to do was go home, take a hot bath and plop in front of the tube. After walking out of the health club and getting in my car, I realized that all I had to eat at home was a science project that had once been a couple of slices of pizza and a half a bottle of wine. Shit, that meant I'd have to go to the store to get something for dinner. Hot, sweaty and stinky. Along with my less than appealing physical state, the air smelled of rain and the sky was lighting up like a Christmas tree. Great.

Stopping at the closest store, hoping to just run in and run out, I dash for the frozen food section. I peruse the tv dinners, trying to decide on gourmet mac and cheese or chicken nuggets. Finally I say to hell with it and grab a single serve lasagna. A quick run by the bakery for french bread and on to the register.

Having safely made it in and out of the store without being seen by anyone of importance, I sprint to my car. As I reach for the door I notice something doesn't look quite right. One look down and I saw the problem. A flat tire. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”I say to myself. I throw my food in the car, slam the door, open the trunk and my heart sinks. No spare. One of things I said I'd get around to doing. Slamming the trunk down, I mumble, “Shit! Now what?” At that precise moment the sky opened up and the rain came. At first cats and dogs, then a deluge and finally the storm from hell. All in a matter of minutes. Un-lady like words streamed from my mouth.

As I stood there drowning and wallowing in pity, a deep “Need some help?”, came from behind me and I nearly jump out of my skin. I turn around and run right into the chest of Nic Masterson, nearly knocking him to the ground.

“Umfp. Sorry”,I stammer, trying unsuccessful to look composed. Bulldozing him down like a linebacker wasn't exactly how I wanted to behave in front of my crush.

“No problem. That's what I get for scaring a beautiful woman at night in a thunderstorm”

Did he just say“beautiful”? Naw. Must be the storm distorting his words.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. You scared the shi...,uh, stuffing out of me.”

“Where's your spare?”, Nic asks taking a quick assessment of my car.

“Where's my what? Oh, my spare...heh, heh, well, um. That's a good question. Uh, what I mean is.....I don't have a spare. That was, I mean, I meant to take care of that, but it seems I never got around to it.”

Nic laughs. Not just a chuckle, but a big belly laugh. I mean he laughs until he's holding his side.

Noticing that I'm giving him the stink eye, he says,“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh at you. I'm not laughing at you, it's just that this same thing happened to me when we had that crazy storm last month. I was already running late, I didn't have a spare and I'd forgotten my cellphone at home. I hit the trifecta of bad luck that night. I was so pissed at myself I cussed a blue streak so loud that people started to stare at me.”

“You just missed my blue streak. If you'd been here 20 seconds earlier, you would have heard words that would make you blush.”

“I heard them. Quite impressive.”

“Lovely”, I say hoping the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

“So you have a potty mouth. I'm not a prude. I've heard worse.”

“Uh, ok. Can we take up my use of harsh language at another time? I'm freezing and I'm kinda getting waterlogged here and I still need to find a tire somewhere.”

“Jesus, I'm sorry. Let's get out of the rain.”

We run back to the store and I call AA A. 15 minutes later I snap my cellphone close and sigh in defeat. “2 hours. It's gonna take them 2 hours to get to me. Apparently everybody's car within a 50 mile radius has decided to have a flat.”

“No problem. I'll take you home.”

We head towards the door as a soggy man runs past us to escape the monsoon. “Hey, if you're headed north, you can forget it. There are trees and power lines down every where.”

Hanging my head almost in tears, Nic says, “I take it you live north.”

“Yes.”

“Well, you'll come home with me.”

Snapping out of my misery, I say, “What?!”

“You'll come home with me”

“Uh, that's not necessary. I'll just call Shelia to come get me.”

There's no way I could go home with him. I didn't trust myself not to do something embarrassing. Like roll around on his bed and sniff the pillows.

“It's Friday night, Shelia's probably in bed in the arms of some happy man.”

He was right. Shelia was probably in the throes of a multiple orgasm. She'd kill me if I called and interrupted her. Oh, she'd come and get me, but I'd never hear the end of it.

“Probably. Plus she lives up north too.”

“Perfect. Let's go.”

It could have been imagination, but Nic seemed to be happy about our little impromptu sleepover.

As he heads toward the door, I remember what brought me to the store.“Wait! I forgot, I have food in my car.”

I'll go get it. Give me your keys”

He runs to my car, gets the food and runs back. At the door, Nic grabs my hand and yells above the thunder, “Let's go!”

As we run, I slip in a puddle of water right on my ass. Mortified, I scramble to get up and fall back in the hole. This just keeps getting better, I think to myself. Nic hauls me up and carries me to his car.

“Put me down! I don't wanna be responsible for you getting a hernia that drops your balls down to your feet.”

“Don't make me laugh or I'll drop you. My balls will be just fine, I've carried ammo that's heavier than you.”

What?! "Carried ammo that's heavier than you.” Concern began to creep into me. Did I want to go home with a man that was clearly touched in the head., but it didn't seem that I had a choice.

Once at his car, he lets me down, unlocks and opens the door for me. He even reaches in and straps my seat belt for me. Disturbing. This man can't be real.

Nic gets in and cranks the heat up. Soothing music drifts from his stereo. Warmth, intoxicating tunes and an air tight interior made me feel like I was in a cocoon. With Nic. Not safe. Not safe at all.

After driving a few miles, he asked me if I was warm. “Yes, I'm good. Thank you, but I'm getting your seat wet.”

Nic shrugs and says, “It'll dry. I just wanna make sure you're ok.”Incredible.

A few minutes more and we were walking into his townhouse. Hardwood floors, ceiling to floor windows with an amazing view of the city and oversized leather furniture. My whole apartment would fit in here.

Taking my hand again, he says, “Come on. You can take a shower in my bathroom to warm up.”

Alarms went off in my head. “Bad idea! Bad Idea!”, my brain screamed. “No!”,I thought to myself, “I'm a grown woman. I can do this.”

“Uh, ok,” I said in a small voice. “My clothes are wet and they're all I have with me.”

“One of my t-shirts will fit.”

At this point I was so confused I just trailed behind him. The man of my fantasies is asking me to shower in his bathroom and wear one of his t-shirts. Surely, in no time I'll wake from the dream I'm having.

In Nic's bathroom, he hands me a soft grey t-shirt that said“Oo-rah!” on the front of it and one of the fluffiest towels I'd ever felt. “Feel free to use anything you want. I'll be in the kitchen making dinner. How is grilled Swai with mango sauce, zucchini and yellow squash? Do you like d'Asti Moscato?”

He cooks too? Lord save me. “All of it sounds delicious, but you don't have to go through the trouble.”

“It's no trouble and I'd love to cook for you,” he says walking to the door.

I decided to just give up on trying to figure any of this out and just go with it. I turn on the water in the walk in shower, strip out of my wet, ice cold clothes and step in, “Ah, oh my God. This is incredible.” Blessedly hot water flows out of the dual shower heads and over my body.

Twenty minutes later I'm clean, warm and wearing Nic's t-shirt. I walk into his bedroom and.....candles. He'd lit candles and added mood music. Somewhere in the distance a saxophone wailed a seductive song. I stare at his bed. Should I? Shouldn't I? The urge to undulate and attack his pillows was strong, but I fought it and moved on. Should I read anything into this romantic theme? Naw. Maybe he's metrosexual. Although somehow I couldn't see Nic antiquing and sporting an ascot.

Still not believing this man was real I pad through his bedroom sinking into carpet so thick you could swim in it. By contrast, as I exit the room, my feet cool on the hardwood floor in the kitchen. More candles. Everywhere.

“Can I help?”, I ask approaching Nic's broad back.

Turning to face me he says, “No I've....”

“What?” Nic was staring at me like I was a t-bone steak. I looked down at myself self consciously.

“I, uh. You look like sex, I mean you look sexy in my t-shirt”,he said, quickly turning back to the oven.

Biting back, “You're full of shit”, I instead say,“Um, thank you.”

With his back to me, he says, “You can set the table if you'd like. Everything's on the table.”

So I set the table and watched as Nic cooked. We made small talk and he still didn't turn around.

Finally, when dinner was ready he turned and faced me and smiled. He seemed to have regained his composure. Again, I figured what I'd heard was a figment of my oversexed imagination.

He sat me at the table and served me, pouring my wine. Once he was seated, we ate. The food was phenomenal and the wine was superb. Nic watched my every move. He watched me when I took a bite and when I licked mango sauce off my lips. He intent gaze was intoxicating and arousing.

“How did you learn to cook like this?”

“Being the only boy with a sister and mother who liked to cook, I learned by osmosis.”

“Ah. That explains a lot.”

“What does that mean?”

Geez, Louise! Every time I open my mouth I say something idiotic, but never one to let idiocy stop me, I forge on, “ I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I just meant there aren't many men who open and hold doors, pull out chairs and serve dinner anymore. I've been practically mowed down by men trying to get through a door before me. I now see where your gentlemanly ways come from.”

“No need to apologize. I'm not easily offended. Yeah, you're right. I'm a dinosaur among the masses, but my sister, mom and dad would kill me if I didn't treat a woman like a lady.”

“Well, don't stop. It's refreshing....and sexy,” I said blushing.

“Not as sexy as you are. I almost embarrassed myself when I saw you in my t-shirt. You took my breath away.”

I sat there in stunned silence. I couldn't possibly be hearing this from the man I've been coveting from first sight. Hoping I wasn't sitting there slack jawed with my mouth hanging open like a dead fish, I shook myself out of the stupor I was in.

Continuing, Nic said, “I watch you at work. Your poise, elegance, intelligence and grace are mesmerizing. The way you walk, your curves.” He smiled and then stated. “I always thought, you're the kind of woman I'd want by my bed when I was sick and in my bed when I wasn't.”

*Swoon*“Holy Cow! He had me”, I thought to myself. If this man used me up right here and now and tossed in the trash like a snotty kleenex, I'd be fine with it, but somehow I knew he wouldn't. He'd be.....different.

“Dance with me,” he said as he stood and reached for my hand. Dance? Is there music playing? Oh, so there is. All I could hear were choirs of angels coming out of his mouth. Gathering my wits, I went straight to him and found myself lost in a cloud of sensuality and it smelled wonderful. Update your resume, went through my head as I realized my first demand of a man had been met.

Chest to chest and thigh to thigh we danced. We stayed fused to each other for what felt like an eternity. I felt myself start to warm and soften and I felt his erection press against my stomach. If someone told me a bomb was about to blow up the shoe section at Saks I wouldn't have moved a muscle. This was decadent. Sinful and right.

Lost in my lust filled lethargy, I was completely unaware that we had dance ourselves right into his bedroom. Uh oh. Nic looked down at me, smiled and kissed me. As he seduced me with his skillful mouth I felt the tap, tap, tap on my brain. There went my second demand. I gave myself up to the passion that was slowly consuming me. Tongues touching. He supped from my lips and I did the same.

Slowly he lifted his t-shirt up my body and over my head. His whispered swearing let me know he liked what he saw. He returned to my lips and ventured down my neck to my breasts. Starting at the swell, he kissed his way down to the nipple. The flick of his tongue was like a shock of electricity, but it was nothing compared to the sweet sensation of him taking my nipple into his mouth. My moaning just seemed to fuel his fire as he lavished attention to the other breast. I held onto him afraid that I'd melt away into nothing. That I'd quietly die from the exquisite torture he was inflicting on me.

Nic moved lower bathing my soft, round belly and thighs in tiny kisses. My panties had been too wet to put back on and for that I was now grateful as that allowed Nic complete access to my pussy. He pushed my feet apart, always being the gentle lover even with what he was about to do to me. He kissed the outside of my lips ,unencumbered because I was shaved bare. As I relaxed against his mouth, he parted my lips and flicked his tongue over my clit. I stifled a scream. He continued his torture, licking and sucking at me like a starved man. I held his head and matched his movements with my hips. With his hands at my waist he lapped and suckled until I cried out loud, not from reaching orgasm, but from the shear intensity.

“Nic,”I whispered quietly and he stood up. I looked into his dark green eyes and never wanted to leave the never never land they took me to. I undressed him, captivated by his toned chest sprinkled with hair, sculptured arms and strong thighs. Pulling me up off my feet he said,“ I want you. I want to be with you, beside you, in you as long as you let me.” A sigh escaped me and he kissed me with passion I didn't know existed. He made me feel beautiful. Not just a physical beauty, but an internal, bone deep beauty. I knew at that instance I had found the man I was meant to, born to be with. This would go far beyond tonight and the morning after.

He lifted me as if I weighed no more than a dried leaf and carried me to the bed. He made no movement in haste, everything was savored, luxurious. Kissing the inside my thighs, he moaned words I couldn't understand. Kissing the backs of my knees, I moaned words he couldn't hear. No spot went unattended. No spot went unloved. My feet even got treated like royalty as he sucked on each toe. I couldn't catch a breath. I felt as though I was on fire, burning for the inside out. He paused before lowering himself beside me. We stared at each other, the only sound was the inhale and exhale of breath. He ran his thumb across my lips. I sucked the thumb in my mouth and watched him close his eyes and moan. I pulled his thumb out and crawled on top of him. I slowly lowered myself onto his rock hard dick and felt his stomach muscles contract. He stretched me almost to the point of pain so I stilled myself to become accustomed to his size. I moved forward to hold onto the headboard, anchoring myself. When I finally began to move he groaned, “God, you're so tight.”I leaned over and kissed him as he grabbed my ass to push further into me. I sat up and he followed, taking one nipple and then the other in his mouth. “Oh, God....”I murmured. I rocked back and forth on his cock. I circled my hips. We kissed moaning into each other mouths. He grabbed my hips to increase the movement as I pushed him on his back. He started pushing into me faster, closing his eyes. Then I stopped. His eyes flew open and he pleaded with me, “Don't stop”. I gave him a wickedly evil smile as I pulled his cock out of me. I slid my way down his body. When I reached his cock, I licked the tip. A moan escaped between clenched teeth. I licked again and then I slid his cock all the way in my mouth, swallowing him down to the hilt. I was hungry, ravenous He pumped in out of my mouth while holding my head. I matched every thrust. He murmured unintelligible words. He pumped faster and I knew he was close so I stopped again.

On a groan he said, “deeper” as he rolled me on my back. Now he was in control. He settled himself between my legs and without preamble, pushed his cock inside me. He moved slowly, rocking in and out, driving me crazy because I wanted him to move faster. He lowered himself over me, kissing me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “You feel so good”, he whispered in my ear, “Can I stay inside you forever?” “Yes”, I whispered back. He began to push harder and faster into me while he kissed and nibbled on my neck. He pounded into me without apology. We both needed this animalistic savagery. The pleasure was so intense I gently bit into his shoulder, drawing another moan from him. I closed my eyes to the sexual overload. Knowing I was close he whispered,“Take me with you.” One more thrust and I came with a primal scream that no man had ever wrung from me. My orgasm brought his right after. He groaned loudly into my shoulder, his sweat dampening my face.

While our labored breathing returned to normal, he laid on me and I soaked up his warmth as our souls floated down to where our bodies lay. We spent the rest of the night kissing, teasing, making love and sleeping, never losing contact with each other. Hours later as I stirred to get out of bed, he murmured “No” and pulled me closer to him and I fell back to sleep.

Several more hours later, I stretched and said,“I'm sticky. Let's go take a shower.”

“Mmmm. Ok”, Nic said lazily.

In the shower we made love again. Nic lifted me, I wrapped my legs around him and he thrust inside me, pinning me against the shower wall. Our cries of ecstasy echoed throughout the bathroom. We laughed as we slid down the wall and ended up in a heap on the shower floor. I sat in his lap with my legs around his waist as we kissed. Water fell down on us as if the storm outside had made it's way inside. We emerged from the “storm”,dried each other off and fell into bed exhausted and still damp.Thank you God!, I whispered quietly. Demand number three-check!

After a few hours of sleep, I was dying of thirst. Who knew a marathon of hedonistic sex would make you thirsty? I looked over and listened to Nic's light snore and watched the rise and fall of his chest. Careful not to wake him, I crawled slowly out of the bed and walked to the kitchen. With my glass of water I walked over to the couch and looked out the window. What an incredible view! I wanted to move closer to get a better look, but I also didn't want to give the entire city a free peep show. The hustle and bustle of the world below hypnotized me so, that I never heard Nic come up behind. When he wrapped his arms around my waist, I jumped several inches off the floor.

“You know if we're gonna keep doing this, you've got to stop jumping when I approach you,” Nic teased. “You're mine and I'd never hurt you.”

Normally when a guy took on the He-Man, chest thumping role, I'd balk and freak out all over him, this time however, with it coming from Nic, it made me feel protected and safe.

“Yours, huh?”

“Yep. All mine. Just in case you missed it earlier, let me prove it to you again.” And with that Nic brought his mouth down to mine and kissed me with barely controlled savagery. When my hands roamed down his body to wrap my fingers around his dick, he growled, lifted me and carried me to the windows. Nic lowered me and turned me around so that I was facing the windows. When I stiffened, he asked, “Is something wrong?”

“People will see us”

Whispering , he said,“I don't care and you shouldn't either.”

He then gently pressed me against the window and slid his hand between my body and the glass and then into my pussy to play with my clit. At that point Nic was right, I didn't care. Nothing mattered but the pleasure he giving me and the vulgar words he growled in my ear. He forcefully kicked my legs apart and said, “I'm gonna fuck you from behind while everybody watches.” This was a whole other side of Nic that I was seeing. And I loved it. He moved his hand from my pussy and I cried out, “No!” He took my hands and spread them against the glass on either side of my head. I was splayed open and bare for anyone who happened to look up to see.....and I didn't give a damn. We could have been in the middle of Rockefeller Center fucking like rabbits and I wouldn't have given it a second thought. Nic was bringing out a side of me I didn't know existed.

Nic grabbed my waist, lifted me up off the floor and entered me with such force the breath was knocked out of me. “Oh God, yes!”, I screamed loudly. He then slid his fingers back into my pussy and took me from both sides. I choked, sobbed and sputtered from the dual assault. Too much, but just right. I heard Nic grunt like a neanderthal behind me and I knew it was just as overwhelming for him too. I couldn't breath, but I wasn't about to tell him to stop. So I'd die from being fucked up against a window. There were worse ways to go.

Nic pounded into me like a man with something to prove. So predatory. The cold glass against my fevered skin was like a narcotic. Never was there an aphrodisiac as powerful as this.

One, two, three more thrusts and I was bucking against the window and howling like a mad woman. I'm sure all of the neighbors on Nic's block heard me, but again, who the fuck cared. Nic, however, wasn't done, not even with my pussy pulsing around his dick, he was still hammering away. He pulled out and drilled into me so fiercely that I felt another orgasm coming. Seriously? Another one? This man had to have a magic wand for a dick. Never, ever have I been able to manage a “multi” as Shelia liked to call them, but here I was, on the verge of a total volcanic meltdown. Three mile island had nothing on me.

Another push and that was it. A scream escaped me that could wake the dead. As I fell apart, I heard Nic say, “Aw, fuck!” and he came right behind me. He slammed into me a few more times and he was spent. We fell away from the window into a heaving pile on the floor.

Panting heavily, Nic said, “You're trying to kill me.” I laughed breathlessly.

After a few minutes we managed to crawl to bed where we spooned, molding to fit each others shape. Stealing cover, sharing skin. Nic buried his nose in my hair, taking in my scent and holding me like I'd disappear. Wiggling around to face him, I said, “I still need to get my flat fixed.”

Grinning, he says, “I thought I pumped up your flat. In fact I pumped up your flat several times”

Laughing, I said, “So you did.”

So there you have it ladies. Three, not so easy steps to mind blowing sex. As you can see, you may run over a couple of loser bumps, but oh what a ride you'll have once you're there.

Big, plump, voluptuous, zaftig, full bodied. Names......that's all semantics. All you have to do is remember....You are worthy and You are BEAUTIFUL! 'Nuff said.

I promise-Cecile Lovell

My heart was thumping so damn fast, sharp pieces of brick were pushing into the skin of my arms, my hair and I could feel each bite of their gravely texture through my clothes.

His hands were gripping my shoulders, pressing me against the wall and into him at the same time. His lips were hot against my own, punishing me, angry and moist. He moaned my name into my mouth and I could taste the alcohol on his breath, taste every lemon flavored sip from the past hour.

I arched my back as his hips ground into me, his cock hard against my own softness. I had a brief moment to wonder if he was uncomfortable, jeans pressing into his swollen man hood.

When his tongue swept into my mouth I felt myself get even wetter than I had been before, my cunt ached for his touch, even his breath blown across my clit would be better than nothing. I dug my fingers into the skin of his neck, trying to crawl inside him, trying to make him want me even more.

He pulled back to stare into my eyes. He was angry, I could tell, but not from the marks my nails had left in his flesh, but from before. He reached up and grabbed my hair, twirling one of the long locks in his fist and yanked my head to the side. Lips scorching the side of my neck as he found the sweet spot and bit, bit harder than normal, it almost hurt. My whimper turned into a sigh as his tongue licked the wound, sucking my flesh between his teeth, nibbling me.

My knees felt shaky and I wasn’t sure how long I was going to be able to keep standing, even with the wall supporting me. My breasts were heavy, nipples taunt almost begging to be touched, but I knew if I asked him he’d deny me.

Almost as if he could sense my thoughts, he placed one hand on my chest keeping me against the wall, while his other ripped my shirt and pulled down my bra to expose the delicate pale flesh of my breasts. His fingers flicked gently over one nipple and he chuckled as it hardened, the cool night air arousing me even further. He squeezed and pinched until I was trembling. Then he leaned down and his mouth replaced his hands.

He sucked at me, lapping and using teeth until I felt like I would cum just from the sensation of his mouth on me, it was almost too much.

“Please” I whispered, I needed him, inside me as soon as possible, thrusting into my core, pounding me into the rough edges of the wall behind me.

He stood abruptly, lips against mine again, both hands on my waist, fingers digging into me, almost painfully and not in the erotic way I liked.

“I am going to fuck you.” His voice was harsh, his words seductive, just adding fuel to the fire consuming me.

“Yes” was the only word I could use, how could it be anything other than yes? He reached down and brought one of my legs up, wrapping it around his waist, my skirt sliding to my thigh, my leg bare against the coarsens of his jeans. I was so heated, my cunt soaking my panties. I quivered and bit my lip as his fingers touched me through the satin.

“So wet for me.” He murmured against my mouth, my lips swollen from the intense kisses. He pressed his fingers against me harder and I rocked my hips in time to his movements. I was going to cum and soon if he didn’t stop.

He kept up the pressure, a pleased-with-himself gleam in his eyes as my breath hitched. I threw my head back and called out his name as I came, fire bubbling through my skin, shivers of sensation coursing over me. I shuddered; almost cumming again as he pushed my panties to the side and slid a finger deep into my tight drenched pussy.

I watched with hooded eyes as he raised his finger to his mouth and licked my essence from it. He closed his eyes and moaned. As his eyes opened, a burning passion was mixing with the anger and his hand was suddenly down again, between us.

Before I could catch my breath, he had freed his cock and was pushing himself into me. Was this really happening? Was he really fucking me here? Behind this bar? As his cock slid in, stretching and filling me, I had my answer, he was, and it felt good, better than anything had in such a long time.

“Oh baby, you are so tight, so wet.” He said, eyes closed, face focused. Finally, he was all the way in, my cunt clenching around him, silently asking him for more as every inch of his length strained inside of me.

He began to move his hips and I followed his rhythm. It was hard, fast, and powerful. He pounded me into the wall over and over again, forcing a painful yet ecstatic orgasm to rip through me, almost making me scream as a second wave came crashing down after the first. I could feel my own juices making it easier for his cock to slide in and out.

When his rhythm became sporadic, I knew he was going to cum. His hands moved from my hips to my face, he buried his hands in my hair, forcing my head back so I could look into his eyes. His mouth connected with mine and he bit my lower lip. I could feel another climax begin for me and I wanted us to cum together.

My pussy tightened around him, making him groan deep in his throat. His hands in my hair almost hurt and I knew he was still punishing me, but I didn’t know what for.

Suddenly he came, his seed spilling inside of me, bringing me again, his hips, and cock grinding into me with his last thrust, it almost felt too good.

When we were done, his breathing was ragged and I could feel my heart beating so fast, almost in tune to his. He touched his forehead to mine and said, “Don’t ever let him touch you again.” There was emotion and a veiled threat in his words. I was disturbed that it turned me on to hear the possession in his voice.

“Don’t ever let anyone but me touch you again.” He kissed me, tenderly this time, against my raw and bruised lips.

“Say it.”

I swallowed and nodded, my hands unclasping from around his neck to touch his hair, his face.

“I promise.”