I almost titled this fat guys, but the word fat for me is a four-letter word. And the men I’m talking about aren’t necessarily fat as they are big. This has been an evolving kink (some might call fetish) that started way back, before my marriage and now continues, now that I’m single.
As a teenager, twenty-something gal I did have a type: long-haired, hippie guys who were thin and wiry, height wasn’t really a factor, but I did seem to date tallish which isn’t hard because I’m shorter than average. Chunky, chubby, big-boned never appealed to me, although I did have sex with one guy I met at a bar who was BIG and FAT. I remember thinking before it happened, how is this going to work? I was in between apartments and took him to my new, empty place and had at it on the bare hardwood floor. Well, it did work! and quite well I might add. I didn’t envision him on top but that’s how it went down and it felt really awesome, like I was being mauled by a bear in a protective nurturing kinda way.
Strangely enough, I still went for my usual types until recently when I met a guy online who was a wide receiver for a regional football team. I could tell from his pictures before meeting him that he was a big guy, but when we met in person for the first time, I could see he’d gained weight, but it didn’t bother me at all. It was actually a turn on, and we hooked up that first night which isn’t the norm for me, but I couldn’t help myself.
One thing about a big guy with size and strength is they can manhandle you in bed a little, turn you over, carry you to the kitchen table, hold you up against the wall. For me, it’s not a domination/submission thing, it’s just a man being a man and taking the lead, with gusto! Passive men bore me in bed.
Things didn’t work out with this last guy, but I am left with some of the most memorable sex ever, and I wouldn’t say I’m ready to join an online site specific to “chubby chasers” (is there one for women?) but I certainly have my eyes open to men with a little girth. And an added bonus: there isn’t as much competition for the big guys. A lot of women want the six-pack (been there, done that, sleeping beside a rock isn’t very comfortable!), and I say let ‘em have them… I like a little more to my men.
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