As I suspected, the jealous little fucker, cozily enveloped by my weighty breasts (you'd think he would have been content), kicked and coughed and whimpered all fucking night during my date, so much so that Hugh (what a hunk!) asked to be excused to the restroom and, well.... he never returned. I was angry, sure, but more than anything I was gutted. Will I ever have luck with a real, full sized man again? Will I ever get properly laid? Home from that disaster of a date, I pulled the little man out and scolded him. as if pouring boiling water over his head. Yes, he protested; yes, he whined; of...

As I suspected, the jealous little fucker, cozily enveloped by my weighty breasts (you'd think he would have been content), kicked and coughed and whimpered all fucking night during my date, so much so that Hugh (what a hunk!) asked to be excused to the restroom and, well.... he never returned. I was angry, sure, but more than anything I was gutted. Will I ever have luck with a real, full sized man again? Will I ever get properly laid? Home from that disaster of a date, I pulled the little man out and scolded him. as if pouring boiling water over his head. Yes, he protested; yes, he whined; of course he played the pathetic card; promised never to behave badly again and promised to make my comeuppance and his impudence right.... So he started nibbling on my nipple again.... and before long, I'd forgiven the previous awkward hours -- the hours of anticipation and cautious joy, of restless thoughts and anxiety, of sweaty palms and self-doubt, of dread palpable and imminent and certain... He stole pleasure from me only to give it back on his terms. Forgiven, yes. But not forgotten!