Big Girls Just Want to Have Fun

Read Big Girls Just Want to Have Fun Storyline:

Debbie Beaumont never thought a rock star like Clyde Strummer would be interested in a big girl her. But Clyde, lead singer of the world-famous rock band Unholy Night, likes women with a little meat on their bones. After a sizzling tour bus tryst, Debbie finds herself on a whirlwind, cross country tour with the band, reaching untold sexual pleasures she'd never dreamed of. But along with rock stars comes drama, and Cedric, the blue-eyed, blonde-haired guitarist has a thing for Debbie as well. Will she be forced to choose between the two studs? Or will she manage to have both of them?This 10,000 word erotic romance features hot bbw action, including light bondage, BDSM, steamy sex, and a scorching menage a trois. Life for a big girl sure can get sexy! EXCERPT:Clyde moved over to the bar, pouring some whiskey from a tumbler into a glass. He took a large swig and set it down. Then he went over to the couch, hopping onto it, shoes and all. He patted the seat next to him. “Come sit next to me,” he said. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. “Don't worry,” he said. “I'm not going to bite. That is, unless that's what you're into.” “I know that!” I said, a little irritated. I walked over and sat next to him, arms crossed. His arm naturally draped around my shoulder, and I had to admit I didn't mind it one bit. I turned to look at him—his tall frame, long dark hair, multifarious tattoos. I still couldn't really believe I was sitting on a tour bus with him, and that his band was apparently so popular. It was like some kind of strange dream. “So...” Clyde said. “So,” I said, giggling a little bit.“You having a good time tonight?” “I am, actually.” “Good.” He leaned forward and kissed me, strong on the mouth. I could taste the whiskey on his breath, but I didn't mind. I smiled and put my arms around him, and we continued to make out. His hands trailed down to my breasts, and I didn't protest as he squeezed and massaged them through my shirt. Returning the favor, my own hand crept down to his crotch, where the bulge in his pants was already beginning to grow. I moved my hand over his stiffening cock, listening to his soft moans as I rubbed him through his pants. But I didn't stay that way for long. Barely even realizing what I was doing, I unbuttoned his fly and reached down to grab his manhood, skin on skin. I was impressed by his size. I guess it is true what they say about rock stars. He certainly had the right equipment, anyway. “You sure know how to treat a guy right,” Clyde said, as I continued to tug on him. “Big girls always do,” I said, kissing him again, feeling his tongue stud clanking against my teeth, trying to bring my own tongue as far into his mouth as I could.