Every time a curvy or “technically” over weight woman stares at me with puppy dog eyes wondering why she doesn’t have a boyfriend or is committed in a serious relationship and asks me why I like: curvy, plump, chubby, bbw, or otherwise colloquially named women of girth, I have to strongly resist the temptation to crush her hopes and dreams with the truth instead of some fictitious made up answer as to why I like curvy women so she can feel better about herself.
I find immense sadistic pleasure in corrupting the innocent. I view myself having much in league with Satan or some other imaginary made up evil, sweetening her up for the kill, during which I will inevitably twist her mind, soul, and body into demented and depraved sexual acts purely for the purpose of pleasure. Subsequently, feeding into her need for approval does nothing for my self esteem. Quite simply stated I enjoy creating sexual fulfillment outside of normal social paradigms, and when I do it the victim, or for the purpose of political etiquette - sexual participant, happens to enjoy being corrupted.
I do not build self esteem. Self esteem is earned when you achieve the goals I set before you. I have no desire to control you, although control does play into your remolding of your own self image which I do appreciate observing. I like people for who they are and I am genuinely thankful for the opportunity to watch you develop into a sensual loving caring person, with a twist of spank me because I’m so naughty that when you slap my ass I will assuredly clinch my vaginal muscles and climax. I’m so fucking sexy that even when you are trying to punish and berate me, I make you hard mister big man. I too am a heathen and thoroughly relish in my latent humility and sexual desire being the crux of my weakness.
The truth of the matter is that I like a confident well achieved curvy woman as much as I like any of the afore mention qualities in a woman who is not curvy. If you want me to describe something to turn you on, then by all means request it. Answering a question about why you are not with someone and feeling lonely has everything to do with analyzing what you are doing as an individual. Nothing gets me on faster than a woman who knows exactly what she wants from me and demands it. The vast majority of the times that a woman does not have what she wants in her life is because of her attitude, and a negative attitude reflects badly no matter how you appear physically.
The second reason a woman would find herself lonely, most probably has to do with location. If you walk on the street offering sexual favors for cash, drinks, or other material interests you will not be considered for potential relationship material. Men are simple like that. If I buy you a drink at the bar and you accept, it is not because I am being sweet and romantic. We have fallen prey to the capitalist theory; we have lost many of the old traditions of common respect and rules of behavior. Skirting past a history lesson in order to drive at the point, prostitutes of yore were catered to with meals, drinks, and entertainment before they conducted their sexual duties. Although the means and courting may have changed over time and due to various male and American induced informalities, such as the coal mining town’s single hooker serving seventy customers in one night, the technique remains in play for the most part.
With the shunning of suppressive female roles in society, which in the long run builds a much stronger community, I believe most women still have not garnered a sense for their own sexual admission, behavior, and needs. This is all well and fine; however, as a simple man it does not mean that I have to play in to the innocent idle questioning that you are used to. I have great hope for the future though. It seems that many women are slowly growing into their own sexual recognition.
Why I like thick women is a simple question of taste. If you are going to go on a fifteen second jaunt to the local gas station to pick up a liter of Pepsi, then that young woman who looks like she is a ten year old little boy might be attractive. Be that as it may, no matter how devious my personal view, I also consider myself a man. When I want to eat, a plain leaf salad is not going to do. I want a meal, preferably a filling meal at the end of which I will feel sated.
I also want a woman. A woman who has endured and can handle what I have to offer. The 18 year old immature girl fresh out of her parent’s house who weighs one hundred pounds fresh out of the pool or shower is not my idea of a good time. If I had to choose between a burro or a horse as a means of locomotion, I’m positive I’d choose a horse not only for it’s mobility but also for its comfort. If the horse were to get upset about my decision or feel as if I am addressing it unfairly, my mindset would be to tie it down and brand it with a long hot iron. Kinky, isn’t it? ;)
I often find myself quickly offended by the rejection of my opinion. It has become increasingly harder for people to understand each other and differing sentiments. Beauty is not what ninety nine percent of the media tries to force down our throat. As American consumers in a modern inadequate unhealthy food producing nation the very concept of beauty has been distorted and perverted. We’ve been spoon fed lies by the ladle and I choose not to believe in them because corporate America wants me to and they naturally have my best interests in mind (sarcasm et all).
As I came to my own sexual understanding by looking at art from the past I realized that they described true beauty in various forms, stages of age, and appearance throughout the cycle and life of a woman. I concluded that as an individual a woman can define herself beyond her aesthetic appearance. I postulated that curves have a function, and indeed they do in so many various and wondrous ways. The soft feel of a thick woman around my genitals alone is enough for me to favor them above all others. Not to mention the intensity of sensual emersion into her ample flesh.
I am also not a fan of being twice as large as the woman with whom I am fornicating. Her presence is required beyond being just a hole I am pushing into. I could do that with my hand. Envision trying to be sensual with a stack of Lincoln logs. That is not exactly my idea of a good time. I want to know that the woman that I am going to be turning to the Dark Side can handle the abuse I am going to shower her vagina with. The fake balloon tit match stick may break, but the sweet gentle soft plumper can not only handle the package, she can also come back begging for more. I like watching her thighs absorb the impact of my thrusts.
So to all of those true women wondering why I prefer them over little girls that look like transgender prepubescent young men, I think you can answer that question for yourself. If for some reason you are still unsure though, get undressed somewhere that you can be private. Get a mirror and spread your legs and take a good look at your pussy from an angle you can be sure not to miss it. Don’t feel self conscious about having so much more to offer; even if you were skinny you’d need a mirror to see it properly.
Take your time and slowly touch yourself and stroke your clit until you cum then taste it. See how good that feels? It feels ten times as good to me when I am having sex with a woman like you. Don’t sell yourself short; go get something that can handle all the goodness you just sampled.
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