I had sex with a fat guy.

The Bad Texter, for lack of a better word, is fat.  I’m not using that word in a derogatory way as it’s come to be held in casual speak, it’s simply a fact.  If you carry a certain amount of extra weight on your body in the form of fat — well, you’re fat.

He’s also sexy, confident, smart, tall as fuck, and hilarious among other identifiers.

I’ve been worried since I met him how the mechanics of sex would work with someone of his size.  I even Googled “How to fuck a fat guy” with some interesting results.

There were some How To’s (missionary might not be best if he can’t support his own weight) and some personal accounts of lovin’ the extra cushioned pushin’.  Mostly what I learned was to not pretend he wasn’t fat and to work around any physical limitations as I might anything else that could limit a partner.  I wouldn’t expect to ride a guy if he had a sunburn on his back, after all.  Likewise, I wouldn’t expect a fat guy to get all acrobatic with me like a fit fireman could.

He arrived a few minutes late carrying a nearly empty box of Bud Light and his cap on backwards.  We hugged awkwardly in the entryway and I invited him into the kitchen where I was prepping our lunch.  We made small talk for a minute before he came around behind me and began to touch me.

His big belly pressed into my back as I leaned into him.

“Is it ok if I touch you?” he asked huskily.

I nodded and turned around to face him just as he bent to capture my mouth.  His soft lips plied mine apart and his beard tickled.  He massaged my breasts and moaned and I put my arms around his expansive waist and pulled his softness into me.

I held his face in my hands and wondered at the padding that was present even on his neck.

“I want to be inside of you,” he whispered against my mouth.  “Where can we go to do this?”

I laughed and told him there was a secret room in the back and led him to my bedroom.

He deftly untied my bikini top and pushed my dress and bottoms to the floor and set me back gently on the bed.  I spread my knees and he knelt between them and his ginger head dipped below my line of sight.

His mouth, hot, wet, and soft licked me and played a sweet tune.  He’s the first man in years that has spent every chance he can get between my thighs this way.  The Neighbor actively avoided it — it intimidated him — and my other more recent lovers have been much too busy throwing me around the room and fucking me senseless.

Cunnilingus has its place on the menu, but for my lovers it’s never been a main course.  For BT, it’s his forté.

I laid there and thought about it, thought about how different this man has been for me already and I pressed my thighs against his face in pleasure and felt him groan against me.

He stood up and made a move to stick his uncut cock in me.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.  He shook his head.

“I can pull out if you want,” he said.

“Oh, no.  I’m not afraid of pregnancy.  Safety first.  There’s a box under my bed.  I might have some.”  I prayed I had some regular condoms in there.  The last I knew The Neighbor had left a bunch of Magnums behind two years ago.

He bent over and pulled the box out and there, shining like Willy Wonka’s Golden Tickets, was the strip of Magnums.  He chuckled, I groaned and shuffled giant dildos, butt plugs, lube, and silk ties around until I found a regular condom. “Don’t judge me,” I said handing it to him referring to my cardboard box of debauchery.

“No, never,” he replied with a smile.

I could see his erection flagging under the condom application.  “I have a hard time staying hard in condoms,” he explained.

“Who doesn’t?” was my reply.  There was no way he was sticking it in me without protection.

As he worked it on I took a closer look at his hulk, his ginger-colored body hair masked a vast network of freckles, his thighs were thick trunks of bone and muscle, and his belly creased over in a soft, swell of white skin.  I liked how he stood tall in the daylight and blocked out the sun.

He dove back down between my thighs and worked his cock with his free hand for a few seconds before standing up and climbing on top of me.  His belly pressed on mine as he pushed in, slow and deep; I couldn’t lock my ankles around him, but his warm bulk thrilled me as I helped to pull him in closer with my heels.

I opened my eyes to see him staring at me intently.  Our gazes locked and he pulled out and flipped me around.  I backed up to the edge of the bed and he thrust back inside.  His big hands were gentle on my hips; he whispered how good my fucking pussy felt.  “Hy, Hy, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

I gripped the covers and pressed back into him wishing he’d hit me or grip the skin beneath his hands in a meaty fist, but he seemed unsure if that would be ok and the last time I begged him to suck harder on my nipples he shied away from going the distance to cause me a little pain.

I moaned about his fucking cock and relished the feel of the slide and my pulse quickened when he told me he was about to cum.

“Please cum,” I said as my nipples scraped against the bedding and I rocked back on him as hard as I could.

He came in rolling waves and I felt him quiver and tremble behind me.  I rolled to my back and he stood towering above me breathing heavily.  “I’m a little out of shape,” he said to no one.

I laughed and answered, “It’s all cardio, man.”  He laughed at that, too, and went to toss the condom.  When he returned I patted the empty space next to me and turned on my Hitachi.

“Grab my breasts, please,” I told him.  He squeezed them in great handfuls and pinched the dark pink nipples hard enough I could feel it.  I quickly roared up to an orgasm and fell limp in his arms.

We laid like that for several minutes not talking, just panting and feeling one another’s skin.

We got up, got dressed, and continued working on lunch prep.  Down at the pool we chatted easily then slipped into the water.  I hovered over him on the steps and we kissed a little.  It felt natural — strangely natural — and I thought “Of course I have this normal, lovely dating scenario with a guy whose sexual proclivities might not match mine.”  Why does everything have to be a compromise?  Why can’t this guy be a maniac in bed and all these other wonderful things?

I haven’t written him off, but I am leery of a future between us.  There are obstacles I can’t share without giving away our identities, but suffice to say they exist.  I’m also not sure he could ever get on the same page as me sexually speaking and it has nothing to do with his size.  Also: bad texter.

He’s out of town this coming weekend and I’d love to see him again, so I’ve offered to make him dinner since I have Peyton this week.  It seemed like a great idea at the time, but when I woke up stone sober without his charismatic smile or my Vino Verde fogging up my brain I’m not so sure anymore.  We’ll see.

I’d like another go at this guy.  That much I know is certain.  I feel compelled to kick the door open for him in some way.  I almost begged him to touch my asshole as he softly held onto my hips and ground into me, but I didn’t want to scare him away.  Maybe next time I can make it clear that he may do nearly whatever he likes to me.  I thought for sure cumming on my face at the end of our last date would have been a dead give away as to my disposition.  I guess not.


A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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23 thoughts on “I had sex with a fat guy.
  1. Hy!

    I love how you wrote this post. I’m sorry he’s not too sure of himself in bed. I guess women like us can be intimidating, and even more so when you are not too sure of your body shape.
    You’ll see how things work out next time.
    And as I told Ann… We’ll find our perfect match :-)
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    1. Well, I don’t know for sure that he’s unsure of himself in bed in general, it just felt that way to me that one time. Hopefully I can figure it out with more practice. xx Hy

  2. Great post! It’s not often you read something so honest and open and accepting. And I’m thinking that, seriously, he’d probably be completely stoked to hear of your proclivities. I really haven’t met a man yet who, though he might be intimidated, would be turned off by a girl like you. Maybe I hang out with a “different” crowd, but I’m pretty sure most of them are “as normal as can be.” If you really like the guy, I’d ease him and tell him the truth about what you like and want. He might be all for it and you could be pleasantly surprised. Regardless, I’m glad to have read this. Your opener just didn’t give away the path you were going to take me on.
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    1. There are lots of men who have shame and/or judgement about sexual activities. I’m not at all sure yet where he falls on this. I hope I get the opportunity to learn more about him and explore all this fun sexy stuff with him.

  3. If you think you want it to go further tell him what you want. Ok it’s probably a little more adventurous than most but I doubt there are many men who don’t think about running a thumb over the asshole when going from behind or giving the butt at least a playful slap but at the start of a relationship you don’t want to take the chance that those actions end the event at least let alone result in you ending up back on the bench. He’s seen the box of tricks and didn’t freak out so tell him and see if you can’t fill in the gaps. If the relationship has no future without the kink a discussion risks nothing. Who knows he may be holding back a complete Mr Hyde for fear of you running for cover!

      1. I think it’s great that you opened yourself up to someone different and tried someone you ordinarily wouldn’t go for. Sure it didn’t work out but at least you can’t look back and think to yourself what if… You’ll regret the things you don’t do more than the things you do.
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  4. Hi- I realize I’m
    A bit late to the party so to speak. Just curious as to where you met this ginger – a dating site or are you in the LS?
    Just discovered your IG too, and I love your lingerie( and photos- very sexy!)- wish you could give credit to the source – would love to pick up some of the items!

    1. Hi! Never too late! I met that guy on Tinder (what a disaster) and no, I’m not in the LS. Regarding my lingerie most of it is pretty old, but I’ll try tagging some in the future. A bunch is from VS. :)

  5. I stumbled upon this searching Google and all I can say is, wow, this touched me. I am a 43 year old fat guy, one of those annoying ones with zero confidence/boldness/smooth talking skills. Not one of the skinny guys who got fat either, I was put on my first diet in 2nd grade.

    Way back in the early 90’s, I made a sad attempt to be normal and was trying to hang around a group of my best friend’s girlfriend’s friends. Of course I was attracted to one of them. But never made a move or asked her out or acted creepy in any way. One day my friend’s girlfriend pulled me aside one day when we were all watching TV and asked me what I was doing. She said that it was obvious that I liked her friend and to stop — I was embarrassing both her and my best friend. She advised me to look at her friend and then look at myself, and ask myself if I was her would I be interested in me? I took the advice to heart, unfortunately, and could never answer yes once in the ensuing 28 years. I honestly thought and still think that no woman could ever possibly be attracted to me.

    Long story short, I found this post, read it, and actually didn’t want to kill myself for a second. Thank you so much for that.

    1. I’m so glad you saw the joy and the fun in this post. He was an asshole as it turned out lol but it had nothing to do with his fat-ness. I’m also so sorry that you’ve endured such cruelty. There’s never an excuse for that and I hope that you’ve found better people to be around since that time in your life. xx Hy

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