My relationship with Wendy spiraled out of control. Control that I was handing over to her every single day. Little by little, she began to run my life 100%. My birthday was coming up and Wendy was strangely excited about it. I came home from work that day and was greeted at the door by a near naked Wendy. She got used to only wearing her bra and panties around the house, and this drove me wild. To see her gorgeous curves, her fantastic body, and yet I was unable to do anything about it except hope that she wanted to sit on my face that day. "Oooooh! I'm so excited!" she exclaimed as she cl… 続きを読む

I wasn't the biggest guy around, I wasn't the best looking guy around, I wasn't the most charming guy around.  But I was close.  I was a solid B in each category, which was very, very good.  I didn't date "A" woman, but did very well with "B" women and "C" women (who were maybe a little chunky) loved me.  As long as I surrounded myself with appropriate women, I was kind of a stud. That all changed when I met Wendy. Wendy was a co-worker of mine, and she was a big girl.  Not fat, she was actually as tall as me.  Not super cute, but she had a devilish, wry smile that I found very appealing… 続きを読む