Erotic One-shot: No Feather, Baby

“I’m just…I don’t know… Sometimes I’m just afraid you don’t like my body—”

“Okay, what the fuck are you talking about, Sam?”

Sammy looked into Mason’s eyes. Those large green eyes looked back at her with such kindness and love.

And even though people often said that she was funny and sweet too, she was also…

Fat.

It was the truth; there was no way of sugarcoating it. Sammy was a fat girl. She wasn’t like those “curvy” women on Instagram who were all hot, thick, and had a body shaped like an hourglass, with a tiny waist and round feminine hips. That might be curvy too, but Sammy was a different kind of curvy. She was fat-curvy.

She had a chubby face, cellulite all over her legs, stretch marks on her love handles and belly, huge saggy tits, and a big dimpled ass.

So why the hell would a gorgeous man like Mason—who was handsome enough to date a supermodel—want to be with someone like her? And now he’d asked her to strip for him… She could never put herself on display like that! What if he was repulsed?

It wasn’t like they’d never had sex before. They were in a new relationship, so they’d had sex a few times already, and it was so fucking amazing. But it was always in the dark! Sammy made sure of that! Because there was always that little voice inside her head that said that Mason probably found her disgusting and spared her feelings because he was just a nice man.

Sammy never had these insecurities with other men. But all those other men were not like Mason. They were averagely good-looking men, not bronzed gods who looked like they came straight out of a magazine.

“Well…” Sammy bit her lip.

“Come here, you,” Mason said as he pulled her onto his lap. “Now, listen to me, you goofy woman. There is a reason why I asked you to undress for me. Do you know why? Because I think you’re super hot, Sam. And I would just love to see you naked. I get turned on by you. Why can’t you just believe that?”

“…”

“Yes, you’re a big girl,” Mason said honestly. “I’m not gonna lie about that. You have meat on your bones. But don’t let that stop you from showing yourself to me. Please. Because I think you’re so beautiful. I…I actually once peeked at you when you showered—”

“You…you did what?”