My name is Anna, and I’m not your typical girl. First of all, while some women I knew starved themselves and ate like bunny rabbits to fit into single digit outfits, I preferred a more sensible approach. I tried to watch what I ate within reason. For example, I didn’t skimp on the tacos and pizza, but I didn’t follow up with cupcakes and ice cream either. I also spent a fair amount of time working out at the gym. There was no need to let myself get too soft. I knew exactly where to draw the line. For me, that line was somewhere north of a size 14.
For a girl who lifted weights and ran on the treadmill five days a week, I was still in possession of fluffy, womanly curves. Some men like anorexic scarecrows. Those men were not attracted to me, and the feeling was mutual. My body was curvy and generous, especially my breasts and hips. I would rather have strong arms and legs than spindly limbs that couldn’t lift a gallon of milk, but that’s just me.
Building strong muscles wasn’t the only benefit of going to the gym. That’s also how I met Geoff, which just happened to be the sexiest name I’d ever heard. It didn’t sound like much when he said it out loud, but the way he spelled it, G-E-O-F-F, just made me wild with excitement. It didn’t take much. I was still a virgin.
WARNING: This 5,000+ word story contains graphic language, a vivacious and incredible BBW girl, mind-blowing oral sex and explicit descriptions of hot sexual activity between a hot curvy girl and a hotter alpha male firefighter. Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES 18+ only!