“Average, chubby, not experienced in the bedroom, shy, anxious and talks too much”, I wrote on my dating profile. I had written and re-written what I wanted to say hundreds of times. My self-doubt was obvious but I didn’t want anyone to have expectations of me that weren’t real, I wanted to be truthful but I had to be honest that my bio wasn’t exactly eye-catching or even remotely interesting.
“Average, overweight, shy, looking for fun, romance and honesty”, is that better? I thought to myself, sighing and pressing enter, closing my laptop down, and thinking to myself that I would worry about the consequences tomorrow. It was too late and too tiring trying to get the right type of man. My mom always used to say: “You have to kiss a few frogs to find your prince”, but the trouble was, I couldn’t even find a frog to kiss.
That morning a notification chimed on my phone, it was a message from someone on my dating profile.
“Hey, you look cute. Love to chat more, here’s my number”.
I couldn’t believe it, he looked sane, normal and in a flurry of excitement I took down his number and texted him an hour later, I didn’t want to seem too eager.
We talked back and forth, we really hit it off, we even did phone calls and facetime calls and every time I spoke to him things got better, our friendship blossomed and it wasn’t long before we went on a coffee date and then a dinner date and then finally, I was back at his place and we were kissing on his couch. I wanted so badly to rip his clothes off but I was shy and I needed him to make the first move.
As if by sensing my thoughts, he said: Let’s go to the bedroom”, leading me by my hand and sitting me down on his comfy bed. We began kissing again and slowly he began unbuttoning my blouse that was doing a great job at keeping my big tits contained, he marveled at my body, telling me how gorgeous I was and I squirmed with embarrassment but also flattery. He kissed my body and eventually pulled my breasts from my cups and began sucking and playing with them, I gasped and moaned as his lips unapologetically explored my nipples and his big hands squeezed my big tits. Eventually, his hand moved its way down my chubby tummy and towards the waistband of my skirt where he slowly teased his way under it and towards my pussy. I wanted him to touch me so badly and so when his fingers prized themselves under my panties and into me, I groaned with delight, his fingers were big, rubbing my clit with his thumb, his middle finger probed inside of me.
I was overcome with sensation, the nipple sucking, the clitoral and internal stimulation, a wave of pleasure washed over me, again and again, I was lost to his touch, utterly consumed by the stimulation, I felt a feeling I rarely felt creeping up inside of me and the more he touched me the harder it became to ignore, I tried to warn him but I couldn’t and suddenly I began to cum, a thick wave of delight flushing through me, my pussy felt like it had a mind of its own as I came hard, every inch of me trembling with ecstasy.
He pulled his fingers from me and continued kissing me as I came too, still unable to speak from such an intense orgasm. He lay back and slowly I climbed on top of him, my big breasts hanging against my chest and my skirt rolled up around my waist, I pulled my panties to one side and he pushed his cock against my soaked opening where I eased my way down onto it, his cock easing its way inside of me until I took it all in and began bouncing on him. The sensation of his big hard cock in me was tremendous, I was getting shockwaves of pleasure running through me, and with each thrust, it became more and more obvious. I had never had sex like it.
After bouncing enthusiastically on his cock he picked me up and pushed me onto all fours where he spread my cheeks and began pushing his way into my pussy from behind, I was conscious momentarily of my ass but he began to rub it and even kiss it as he fucked me hard. I moaned into his clean bedsheets and he groaned with me, his thrusts becoming more fierce and faster, and eventually, as we both screamed with delight he pulled out and left his warm cum all over my back. I felt it sinking into my skin and realized I had never felt something so glorious in my life.
We lay there for some time, drifting in and out of consciousness and when we finally forced ourselves out of bed he kissed me. It was magical and from that moment onwards I knew writing about my self-doubt was the best and most liberating thing I had ever done.
