I’m driving through Louisiana State University last October and when the light turns red at the intersection of Highland Drive and South Stadium Drive I stopped. Why I was at this college is a secret, but feel free to get up and find some lube. I was scanning the coeds walking past me and without cause or reason my eyes laid upon a young blonde girl. She was waiting to cross the street in a champagne sweatshirt and sweat short ensemble, white tennis shoes and backpack. Very chic. What stood out about her the most was how lean she was just standing there shifting from one slight hip to another. She seemed a little impatient and I guess she was late for class. I noticed that her legs were as lean as her bones, but she wasn’t underweight. She was just skinny, but a healthy weight for her age and frame. I looked her up and down and decided that “she’s a spinner” and probably “weighs about a buck o five.” Never in my life have I been that lean. I have always had a roundness to my body and carry the quintessential Aline. This means I’m thicker in the waist, but have nice proportions in all of the other parts that matter. If a fashion designer was creating a dress for my frame she’d begin by sketching an upside down triangle. Broader in the shoulders, wide in the middle and on down becomes a perfect point because after the middle my hips and legs are narrow. Finding a dress that zips up properly has always been a challenge. It fits everywhere perfectly for my size, but the middle should be one size up. This is hard to find because you can’t buy a dress that fits like a size eight in the top and bottom and a size 10 in the middle. I can’t go up in size because the dress might zip right up, but be too blousy and hang off my shoulders. I can’t go down because the size I need doesn’t fit in the waist to begin with so I probably won’t get it over my head. Deep sigh. As I watched the perfectly coiffed coed cross the street I knew that she never had a problem zipping any dress right up and would always remain a pixie. But what’s it like for a man snuggling up to a tiny woman like her? She’s small enough for any guy to enfold her in his arms and cradle her like a kitten. As for me, I’m more woman than she’ll ever be and if I had to choose I’d take my ample and plush mom body over the spinner. You see, I’m built for comfort. My body has always been soft and comforting. When I’ve lost weight I didn’t feel like myself. I just felt less sexy and seemed anxious about my success and I filled my thoughts with disillusion. I’m what you call average sized. Although, if I put on just a little weight I sort of spread out everywhere, but I’m cautious and make sure that I can still fit into all of my favorite clothes. One time I was described as a “small BBW” in a review given by a hobbyist who enjoyed picking apart each woman he hired in his reviews. This review is still visible on the first member and provider board I belonged to, Eccie. I read what this troll wrote about me and in my newness of being a prostitute I thought my career as a whore is over and no one will want to take me and my fat ass on! I even asked him if he could just edit the BBW part out, but he said that “I feel a responsibility to the other members of the board to be as honest as possible and I stand by my review.” This wasn’t a sworn statement made in a courtroom in front of a jury and if he not been so fucking arrogant I might would have fucked him again instead of dodging his requests for years. One pregnancy is enough on a woman’s body if you ask me. I don’t know that it has ever fully recovered and after I had my son I began tipping the scale around 130-140 pounds and at 5’3 that is sort of the limit, but it’s not plus size by any stretch of my imagination. In spite of this first ill fated review I made around $13,000.00 that month and wound up losing a little weight because on this board they all want to try the new girl out even if she is less than perfect. In light of all that, today a beautiful young man in his thirties came to see me. I started with a little massage which didn’t last very long when he took over. He kissed the back of my neck and made love to me and it was good to see him after spending a long Christmas with my family. Gently he kissed and tongued the back of my neck and he’s squeezing my tits I asked him “do you know how beautifully toned your body is?” He blushed and replied “I’ve been jerking off to the thought of your hot body ever since the last time I saw you.” Yes. Once in a great “John” I get one and he comes for a while, maybe even years until fate calls him away. Spark! So hard to come by these days. Sometimes I think I carry the weight of a family that doesn’t love me. It’s just so hard to let go, but I’m weary from playing the role of the fool. As his hands cupped my face he consumed me as he smelled my hair. He spooned me from behind and kneaded my back, ass and calves. He turned me over and fucked me nearly the entire hour. I felt so grateful for him. He made time for me because he loves how he bounces off my tummy while holding my ankles as I have my legs spread wide in front of him poised on both knees. He gets off by demanding that I say his name. When he is close to cumming he pleads “say my name” and I struggled for a second to remember because I was caught up in his strength and his desire. I blurted out “fuck me S****” relieved I could remember as he flipped me over for doggy. He groaned and panted my name. He felt like a knife going inside. I wasn’t wet enough quite yet. I decided to ignore it and eventually I loosened up ready to receive his thrusts in and out of a pussy which was growing sore. I didn’t want to tell him to stop as I slipped deeper into a place and remembered it’s always good to have a cock you. Just go with it. I held myself up on my knees and squeezed his cock with all my might as it entered me in a series of hard thrusts which I knew would eventually lead to him releasing his seed into the condom I had placed on his hard, straight and very capable cock. We really like fucking each other and when this happens it’s always a cause for celebration because it’s rare. Instant chemistry is what I live for and while I do provide comfort and validation to a man when he’s world weary and in need of a boost, I still love a good pounding. He thinks my body is beautiful as it is. What a wonderful thing to be appreciated for what you are. When we finished we lay side by side and giggled as we caught our breaths. He placed himself a little closer and with both arms snuggled me and we lay there as my head was spun. Lost in abandon. I remained there whirling of pheromones, oxytocin, validation and peace of mind. This body of mine has always been good to me.
Have a Jilly day!
