Chapter 7

There is something very raw about skin slapping against skin to me. The movement of two people at once, as one. As two people breathe each other out and in again, becoming one, and just regular coming. I beat him in this battle of the sexes though, with my legs wrapped around him and his left hand on the head board, right hand on my hip he caved. I wouldn’t let him know I actually was in heaven 3 times that night, each time it was a single stroke that he painted a perfect picture of sexual peace from him onto my canvas of me. Three to one isn’t bad odds.

The tender moments when you realize you’re sweaty and on top of someone, naked. The moments that the full feeling in your belly give way to the embarrassment you know you feel in your cheeks to the tips of your toes. These are the moments you don’t remember, you remember how he might stay inside you, and move as close as you can both be. The threads of the connection you shared together moments ago slowly starts fading and dimming. Still connected, by the heart he slides next to you. His hand on your lower belly gently kneading it like warm bread, and his other holding your head with his salty skin touching yours he whispers a question.

“Stay… please.” And to respond you snuggle closer, placing your hand over his and pressing his touch to massage your belly together. In the still of the night, in your own cocoon of sheets, and a sea of pleasure you try to race the morning light back to slumber land.

I dream of breakfast, in his t-shirt. Cleaning up the pan from last night, walking his dog.His arms wrap around me tight and pull me near.

His hands lace mine above our heads. I am so giddy and full of lust I want to stay up and pick his brain. His snores slowly fill the room, and I silently talk to my old friend the moon.She whispers to me, and I can feel her cool kisses on my scalp. Those kisses turn into soft warm caresses, from the sun. The shades are drawn but I am so used to being alone- being that near to someone increases my heat index. I start to tingle and tickle, and realize it was because he touching me.

His eyes green and blue flutter, like the world before me. I cover my mouth and make a small meowing sound as I try to not spoil the moment with my kitten breath.He sneaks closer and pulls my hand away, taking and splitting my thighs apart with his body.

"Let me kiss you..." And he does as he wishes. I try to knock his tongue out of my mouth for fear of hygiene.

He smiles and gets up, buck naked. My Adonis in the sunlight, caramel kissed skin toned.He goes to the bathroom and grabs his toothbrush, sits on the side of the bed while putting the toothpaste on it and instructs me to open my mouth.

I do and he brushes my teeth, which makes me laugh and giggle, all the while letting the sheet roll down the front of me. I am exposed and covered in minty grit. He tosses aside the sheets after helping me get toothpaste all off my face, and settles in next to me. I can hear his heart beat and suddenly his physic abilities kick in.

"How about Crepes and Eggs Benedict for breakfast?"

"Great idea, but should we shower first? I don't think American is ready for my hair." I tug at the lose curls and try to un-smear my eye make up.

"Start the coffee pot and I will show you how to make delicious crepes..."he stands up and throws on a set of sleeping pants, handing me his shirt.

I eagerly put on his shirt and try to inhale the scent of him. I get it about half way and then I hear it rip, down the left side.

"That is what I get for not thinking." He face palms and then sits on the side of the bed, trying to locate my clothes.

I tie the to halves around my breasts like a vest, about to spill out like his eyes as he watches me squish all my fat into his little shirt.I grab my panties and ask him...

"Decaf or regular? And do you use real cream or that nasty watery stuff?"

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I know it was kinda long and drawn out, but I hope the sex was okay.This is a true story about me and my significant other. Well... almost. He worked as a waiter in a eatery, and I had a few bad blind dates. The cooking for me part is very true, he cooks something very similar to the pasta and cream sauce with veggies and shrimp. We both love wine and Killians beer.The outfit for this is a real one I wore for him once, but have out grown.I wrote this for Endymion and because I work nights, which can get pretty boring from time to time.

I posted this on dimensions when I first came out of the fat closet. I wasn't ready to post or talk about my sexual attraction to stuffing or weight gain, so this is mild to what I have written.

If this gets some nice reviews I will post the other stories, including a novel I wrote.