Miss the days of surprising my date with a bathroom selfie of my asshole plugged up. Or pulling my tits out to fondle while we take a long drive. Or teasing to edge under the table as we sit next to each other at dinner, only to have a quickie in the parking lot in the backseat. Miss hungry blowjobs off the path of a hike. Miss covering my tits in a layer of sweetly pungent cum from a messy titty fuck, not washing off then wearing a low cut top to run errands together.

Miss tying a good listener up and playing with their body until they cannot contain themselves anymore. Smothering their face with my now-drenched pussy until I orgasm. Miss eating it from the back and stroking you until you bust.

I truly wish I had current sexy tales to tell everyone here.But the honest truth is that as a fat woman it has been that the more outwardly kinky I am with partners, the more open I become to being used and tossed. It’s such a sad state out there.