Chapter 2: “The Match”
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As I opened the door, there stood a sexy 5'4", extra-heavyset, blue-haired fat goddess. She had to be at least 360 lbs. I could see all the folds of her body through the hot pink, mesh, tight-fitting crop top and black bra she was wearing.
” Perfect.” I thought to myself.
Below that, she wore a short black skirt with no tights—just bare legs. I bit my lower lip, awing over the lumps and chunky, cellulite-covered thighs. I’ve always had a thing for bigger girls. The way I see it, there’s more to love.
“Hi, are you Crazy Oak?” she asked.
“Yes, come in,” I replied. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Brittany.”
I gently grabbed her hand and walked her over to the couch.
After the brief introduction, I really couldn’t care less what she had to say. We quickly got into a hot make-out session. I couldn’t stop myself from shoving my tongue down her throat as I squeezed her body all over, pulling and tugging on her love handles. I moved between her legs and slowly laid her down on the couch, taking her Crocs off so I could maneuver her better.
As I was getting ready to pull myself out, she asked, “Wait, can we talk for a bit? I just want to know you a little better.”
I hesitantly said, “Sure,” and pushed myself off her.
Surprisingly, we had some things in common—we are both bisexual and nonbinary. She told she was Wiccan which is fine by me since I dabble in pagan spirituality mixed with native beliefs. Maybe there was more here than just sex, but I didn’t have time to think about that. I eased any tension she might have had by telling her I was open to possibly seeing her again if everything went well tonight.
We started kissing again.
“Do you have any toys?” she asked.
“Yes, baby—plugs, dildos, even bondage ropes if you like it rough.”
She licked and sucked on my ear while whispering, “Pull out the ropes.”
I jumped up and ran to my room to grab them. They weren’t fancy—just black and sturdy. As I walked back down the hallway, she was already standing in the living room with one of my wooden kitchen chairs placed in the middle of the floor. She quietly stood beside it and patted the seat.
“Sit down,” she said in a low, sexy voice.
I began undressing as I walked toward the chair. Once I was close to her, I gently kissed her lips and slowly sat down, our eyes locked on one another. She took the ropes and began at my ankles, tying them to the bottom of the chair. Pressing herself against me as she worked, she moved upward to bind my arms behind the chair, crossing my torso and creating a tight harness.
Soon, I was fully restrained and hard. I could feel circulation tightening at my wrists and ankles, but I didn’t care. She stroked me slowly.
“Do you have a ball gag, hun?” she asked.
“In the bedroom, baby,” I replied through heavy breathing.
She kissed me on the cheek and briskly—wobbled down the hall. She came back with a balled-up pair of sox and the ball-gag. She shoved the socks in my mouth and placed the ball-gag over it. Through a giggle and a mischievous tone, she said, “Now we can have fun.”
https://www.scribblehub.com/series/2267350/crazy-glue/
As I opened the door, there stood a sexy 5'4", extra-heavyset, blue-haired fat goddess. She had to be at least 360 lbs. I could see all the folds of her body through the hot pink, mesh, tight-fitting crop top and black bra she was wearing.
” Perfect.” I thought to myself.
Below that, she wore a short black skirt with no tights—just bare legs. I bit my lower lip, awing over the lumps and chunky, cellulite-covered thighs. I’ve always had a thing for bigger girls. The way I see it, there’s more to love.
“Hi, are you Crazy Oak?” she asked.
“Yes, come in,” I replied. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Brittany.”
I gently grabbed her hand and walked her over to the couch.
After the brief introduction, I really couldn’t care less what she had to say. We quickly got into a hot make-out session. I couldn’t stop myself from shoving my tongue down her throat as I squeezed her body all over, pulling and tugging on her love handles. I moved between her legs and slowly laid her down on the couch, taking her Crocs off so I could maneuver her better.
As I was getting ready to pull myself out, she asked, “Wait, can we talk for a bit? I just want to know you a little better.”
I hesitantly said, “Sure,” and pushed myself off her.
Surprisingly, we had some things in common—we are both bisexual and nonbinary. She told she was Wiccan which is fine by me since I dabble in pagan spirituality mixed with native beliefs. Maybe there was more here than just sex, but I didn’t have time to think about that. I eased any tension she might have had by telling her I was open to possibly seeing her again if everything went well tonight.
We started kissing again.
“Do you have any toys?” she asked.
“Yes, baby—plugs, dildos, even bondage ropes if you like it rough.”
She licked and sucked on my ear while whispering, “Pull out the ropes.”
I jumped up and ran to my room to grab them. They weren’t fancy—just black and sturdy. As I walked back down the hallway, she was already standing in the living room with one of my wooden kitchen chairs placed in the middle of the floor. She quietly stood beside it and patted the seat.
“Sit down,” she said in a low, sexy voice.
I began undressing as I walked toward the chair. Once I was close to her, I gently kissed her lips and slowly sat down, our eyes locked on one another. She took the ropes and began at my ankles, tying them to the bottom of the chair. Pressing herself against me as she worked, she moved upward to bind my arms behind the chair, crossing my torso and creating a tight harness.
Soon, I was fully restrained and hard. I could feel circulation tightening at my wrists and ankles, but I didn’t care. She stroked me slowly.
“Do you have a ball gag, hun?” she asked.
“In the bedroom, baby,” I replied through heavy breathing.
She kissed me on the cheek and briskly—wobbled down the hall. She came back with a balled-up pair of sox and the ball-gag. She shoved the socks in my mouth and placed the ball-gag over it. Through a giggle and a mischievous tone, she said, “Now we can have fun.”
