But People Don't See My Fetish As Sexy! How Do I Write About It?

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BBW Friday: Dalea

[Via.]

I just love this girl's expression. I can look at it and start grinning myself--I know where that boy's dick must be! But then again, her gorgeous rump is so large I realize I can't really know for sure. He might simply be riding her doggy style, rather than giving it to her up the ass.

BBW Friday: she sure knows how to handle a weapon. . . .

she sure knows how to handle a weapon. . . ., originally uploaded by thee most exalted potentate of love.

Who do you think should be the next BBW? Leave a comment or email missmollyren@gmail.com. Wanna see all the BBWs, past and present? Hit the archives.

Friday BBW: Extra Pepperoni

IMG_2235.JPG, originally uploaded by agent lover.

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Wanna see all the BBWs, past and present? Hit the archives.

MissT

[Via.] Thanks, Wilfred!

Pretty BBWs: Christina Curves

This is good BBW porn.

I didn't think I knew what it was before, but, as always, it's the simple things: a mischevious look, and an enthusiastic boy.

Pretty BBWs: Big Beauty Blog

My one year of French is of no avail while reading Le Blog de BigBeauty, but it seems to be a fashion blog written by Stephanie, a BBW with impeccable taste. With her Arwen face, her "superior stomach" and her tiny feet, Stephanie doesn't have to take her clothes off to get my attention.

BBW Monday: Breaking News

All photos: creaturetheatre's Superhero Set on Flikr

Max and I went to go see The Dark Knight yesterday; everyone and their cat has blogged about it already, but as I settled back and watched the Watchmen trailer unfold I found myself grinning.

"Yes, we were crazy, we were kinky...all those things that people say..."*

Yeah, he'd pegged us: but good. Everyone knows Catwoman is a dominatrix with ears; Mr. Wayne's very expensive garage isn't that much different from some descriptions I've read of the cybergeek who goes out at night dressed in black rubber. When I had shown the Colt my latest stuffer story, how Mr. Six was fabulosly wealthy, spent his time with fetishy beauties and tore up the night in a black car, he had exclaimed: He sounds like a superhero!



This is what we all want (minus the risk of sudden death): to make our own strange, creepy, sexy worlds with all the passion of a movie director. Only we live it, refusing to see the boundary of what most people think of as "fantasy"... we do it every day in our own bedrooms, with handcuffs and riding crops and Mentos and bottles of soda... we turn ourselves into creatures out of dream.



Thoughts of the Colt, his thigh-highs and fishnets hidden beneath his suit, of the bulging and stretching of the human body, Rorschach's mask shoved up over his lips and delicate garters all blended and buzzed in the back of my mind as the knife play and explosions danced across the screen; I subtly shifted my weight, pressing my freshly shaved pussy against the seams of my skirt, pressing it into the seat.

When the lights went up tho, I exclaimed to Max, "So Batman is Jesus now?!"

He laughed. We went out and while I waited for him to finish up in the bathroom I began idly texting, my fingers framing cheerful messages to boys I never expected an answer from: the Roman, the Colt. Two weeks and counting since his last text message...

We were waiting for the bus when my phone throbbed in my hand.

Omgoodness thank you for messaging me! I had my new car stolen up in [state halfway across the country] and lost a lot of my stuff :< I hate it here!

"Oh my god!" I yelled.

Max: "What is it?"

"It's this... boy... I know..." My stuffer boy, who I've yet to meet in the flesh. "I haven't heard from him in a while."

"The UK boy?"

"No, another one..."

Cyberslut.

The whole time my fingers were moving: Do you have any idea how worried I've been?!

I could guess :<

My wayward Colt had returned. Was I happy? I didn't know.

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*A quote from Watchmen, of course.

I Took Coilhouse's Clothes Off

It all started with an invitation I couldn't resist. But, like the best things, it came with a stipulation: no nudity!

Still, Coilhouse is a lovely Victorian lady, not some tramp--I felt reverence rather than annoyance in complying with her wishes, though I couldn't help voicing a small protest:

"No nudes? But I’m a sex blogger… oh, well, here’s me with all my clothes on, at least..."

I left my mark (you can see it if you scroll down, and I mean waaaayyyy down because they've had 143 comments and counting so far). The next day I returned, and found I had indeed made Coilhouse very happy. And, lo and behold, she had lifted the ban on nudes!

Quickly, I flipped back to my original comment and saw this answer beneath it:

"You know, I’m actually not sure why I wrote “no nudes.” It was maybe 5:30 AM when I finished that post. Maybe I was trying to be funny? That part of the post will always remain a mystery. Nudes OK, though! NWS FTW! Beautiful image."

So that was how I took Coilhouse's clothes off. If you, like me, are a Coilhouse reader who has yet to de-lurk, go pay your respects. And if you have never heard of Coilhouse before, then for heaven's sake doff your hat and give a courtly bow: it was time you were introduced.

BBW Monday: Lotion and Cigarettes

This is what I need: a nice slaveboy to rub lotion all over me.

Though if you follow the link to the gallery you won't see so much lusty buttfucking as tender foreplay involving more foot massages and shared cigarettes, ending with the boy blissfully pillowing his head on her bosom as she merrily fucks herself with a pink dildo. I guess it's just the romantic in me.

I would also like to add that finding pretty BBWs is hard--I have a whole new respect for the guys at Fleshbot. When I started this weekly celebration of pretty fat girls I swore I'd only put up the best of the net... not realizing a the time that I had no idea what that was. I still don't, so I'm afraid that every week you'll just be seeing what I think is pretty or sexy... and Cee and me disagree pretty often on what makes someone hot.

What BBWs should I be watching, then, dear sexblog readers? Leave a comment with the link, and I'll check them out for future BBW Mondays!

Pretty BBWs: Angel

Angel is probably one of those BBW models that are famous in their own right, I just haven't been in "the scene" long enough to hear about her. Her photos look kind of old (but doesn't all pr0n?) So forgive me if I'm linking you to a site that everyone already knows about, but I found her hot enough to share on BBW Monday. Her photos are riddled with "no reposting" watermarks, so I'm just putting up the link... but the link takes you to a gallery full of this snow-skinned and red-haired goddess.

It's tempting to think that in the fetish world rules are simply turned on their heads and the ugly becomes beautiful, but every now and then I'll see a set of photos that remind me there are a different set of ideals at work, not no ideals at all. Angel looks the way I wish I looked, with a flawless skin, longer hair, and a thinner face. She is symmetrical as any top model you see in the magazine ads, only... more. She's what I think of as a "crossover" model: someone that makes fat look hot, even to a person with "normal" desires.

Pretty BBWs: The Sofa

Brought to you by Merkley??? He's a crazy motherfucker that likes to throw hotdogs at people passing by on the sidewalk, but I usually skip past that part to look at the hot girls arrayed on beds with pickles, monkeys, and a lot of wiring.

(P.S.: if I ever get a girdle tattoo, it will probably look just like the big spiderweb she has on her belly.)

Pretty BBWs: Umbrella

I found her on a shameless advertizement for a sex video--but doesn't she have the greatest smile?



This is also, you will notice, BBW Tuesday instead of BBW Monday. Baywords was down last night, and now my tag archives just send you to a balnk page. (Look to the top left of the page and click on "open navigation" if you're wondering what I'm talking about.) I'm hoping this is some kind of maintenance that will be sorted out by the end of the day, or else Molly will be displeased.

Pretty BBWs: More Russians

Via Coilhouse's article about the joys of bathhouses in Russia and LA.

It's Memorial Day, so most of us have the day off, but there are few days that can't be improved by the sight of a pretty plump belly.

Send Me Your Stuffed Tummy Pics!

Image via Becci.com

So I was laying around one day in my new thigh-high stockings when I suddenly thought to myself, "You know what this world needs? More stuffer boy eye candy."

So I went on the internets and looked. I found a few feederism sites, but it was mostly chubby girls and BHMs (not that there's anything wrong with that). I found a site called Belly Builders, but it was mostly forums, without an easily browsable gallery. I found Beefy Frat, but then discovered that it was mostly gay stuffer boys (not like there's anything wrong with that either, but what's a stuffed tummy lovin' feeder girl to do?)

But I KNOW you're out there! Somewhere there is a weight-lifting, skinny-hipped, gallon-milk drinking stuffer boy just waiting to show his tight swollen belly to the admiring gaze of the world. Perhaps you are the one? Then send Miss Molly Ren your best stuffed pics to put up on Stuffies!

In your e-mail, please include:

1. Your preferred handle

2. your age (and you'd better be 18 or older!)

3. Your current height and weight

4. Your orientation/ relationship status

5. Your website/ YouTube/ Myspace etc., if you have one and want it known

6. YOUR HOT STUFFED PHOTOS! You can even send more than one (I love before and after pics. *wink*) All I ask is that they be decently lit, have all the naughty bits covered up, and show a modicum of photographic ability (i.e. no fuzzy pics of just your navel--those will be deleted.) Push yourself! Do something new! Make them so hot feeder girls will swoon from one end of the internets to the other!

Are you the next Stuffies star? Then send your pics to MissMollyRen (at) gmail (dot) com.