| Author: | Beverly Langland | ISBN: | 9781370109302 |
| Publisher: | Beverly Langland | Publication: | February 25, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Beverly Langland |
| ISBN: | 9781370109302 |
| Publisher: | Beverly Langland |
| Publication: | February 25, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Susan was comfortable with the way she looked until her boyfriend started making derogatory remarks, undermining her confidence. So, she devotes time and effort into losing weight by enrolling in an aerobics class-without much success. After another wasted evening of workout torture, she encounters a tall Amazonian-built woman in the showers, who shows Susan that some people still prefer the fuller figure. Reluctantly, Susan responds to the woman's advances, revelling in the loving care and attention the woman bestows. But, as well as gentle touches, Susan discovers passion so great she actually reconsiders her current relationship.
I have no idea why I feel starved of affection, yet I am elated when I touch myself. I quickly check I am alone. Hot steam fills the white-tiled room, obscuring my errant hand, hiding my hideous body.
The Amazon lets out a muffled moan and snakes her hand along my thigh. At first, as foreign fingers draw close to my sex I recoil, then finding myself pressed against the cubical wall I put up token resistance while the woman's fingers persist.
Susan was comfortable with the way she looked until her boyfriend started making derogatory remarks, undermining her confidence. So, she devotes time and effort into losing weight by enrolling in an aerobics class-without much success. After another wasted evening of workout torture, she encounters a tall Amazonian-built woman in the showers, who shows Susan that some people still prefer the fuller figure. Reluctantly, Susan responds to the woman's advances, revelling in the loving care and attention the woman bestows. But, as well as gentle touches, Susan discovers passion so great she actually reconsiders her current relationship.
I have no idea why I feel starved of affection, yet I am elated when I touch myself. I quickly check I am alone. Hot steam fills the white-tiled room, obscuring my errant hand, hiding my hideous body.
The Amazon lets out a muffled moan and snakes her hand along my thigh. At first, as foreign fingers draw close to my sex I recoil, then finding myself pressed against the cubical wall I put up token resistance while the woman's fingers persist.
