My Last Breakup
Story by hugefbbluvva
Hey Guys! Sorry It's been a while... again. Also sorry for having so many threads, but this one didn't seem to fit in any of the others, pun intended.
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My Last Breakup
Tags: language, male/female, futa/female, futa/male, muscle worship, belly fetish, muscle shaming, penis shaming, belly inflation, cumflood
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Um... Hi. My name is... it's... ...I'm Bill. My um... My therapist t-t-told me it would be good for me to share this story, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell her... ya know... in an office and everything. So I th-thought I'd share it with you. It's... It's... It''s really hard to relive. It's about my last relationship; that's a bit of a double entendre is it was both my m-most recent relationship as well as um, likely the last relationship I will ever be in. So here's the story of the day of my life that everything changed and will never be the same.
Her name was Jessica and she was perfect. She looked like she belonged on a magazine cover. She had pin-straight, golden blonde hair that cascaded down to her butt. Jessica had deep bronzed skin as if she were someone who lived on a tropical island even though she never tanned; I guess she was just born with it. (No tan lines either, believe you me.) She had the tiniest little nose that came to a cute little point, and the rest of her facial features, all that bronzed hue, were very sharp as well. The deepness, almost darkness, of her bronzed skin made amazing contrast with the two luminous features of her face: her pearly whites which were always on display with her perpetual warm smiles and the brightness of her cyan blue eyes which almost appeared as if they'd glow in the dark. To summarize her body in a few words- slender and busty. Jessica had massive boobs, I'll always remember that her bra size was 38DDD as she just loved when I bought her presents that were really presents for me that she would wear. Her breasts were two-handers, or with one on each you could cup the undersides, or the fronts, but not both. They were a little pointier than I prefer, not really pointy just 'missile' or submarine' shaped, but their size more than made up for this mild imperfection. She stood at 5'6" and had a rather wide chest and shoulders, necessary to form the foundation for her giant boobs. From her chest, her body would taper down further and further to her little waist. She didn't have much muscle tone, actually none at all, just an incredibly flat and narrow tummy. There was no visual evidence of abdominal definition, no six-pack, though I could feel the separation when I grabbed her waist, it just didn't pronounce itself through her skin with her tiny layer of belly fat. Not even when she was tensed up, such as when she was laughing, something she would constantly be doing as not only was she someone with an amazingly pleasant disposition towards life, but our senses of humor were quite compatible and humor was one of the things that I brought to the relationship. Down there, she kept herself neatly shaven and was so little and tight.
But aside from her looks and sensuality, we were just perfect for each other. Obviously, the first few weeks that we were dating I, as a normal guy, was just trying to get under her shirt and later under her panties. But as time went on, I felt so blessed to be with someone who was so right for me. I was constantly lifting her up when she was down and even more she would do so for me. The bad times were more manageable when we were with each other, and the good times became legendary when we experienced them together. We became a whole that was so much more than the sum of its two parts.
After dating for two years, I bought a ring. I was going to show her and propose that Friday after our usual Friday ritual. You see, every Friday we have a 'Pizza and Poker' date night. The pizza part was self-explanatory; who doesn't love pizza? The poker part of our Friday nights had evolved over the years. We both loved the game but didn't want to play for each other's money. So at first, we divvied up equal amounts of chips and played Texas Hold'Em until one person had all of them. The winner would get to ask the other person any question they wanted, with a stiff rule that there were no consequences for asking it, and the other person had to answer honestly. It was fun, it still had stakes even without money, and in all honesty we used it as a gauge for our relationship, to see where the other person was at and what we were ready for as a couple. As our relationship began to spice up, the winner instead earned a 'truth or dare' with the other. And after our relationship became physical, it basically became strip poker and always ended in sex, and Jessica laughed when I renamed
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