Showing posts with label plumper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plumper. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
BBW Monday: "She didn't come with a name, just prettiness."
Via riotclitshave, the greatest photoblog in the world.
I get very annoyed with the comments whenever I post a skinny girl- people just can’t seem to help themselves. After the hundredth “sammich” comment I just want to delete the post. Which is why you’ll never see me post a picture specifically pointed at making fun of a fat person. People are cruel and I don’t want my journal to be a place for people to get hurt.
--quoted from riotclitshave's interview with Coilhouse.
Related:
◆ See more beautiful bellies in Molly's Flickr favorites!
◆ Are YOU the next pretty BBW? Submit a photo to missmollyren (at) gmail (dot) com
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Muffintops Galore
According to bart_calendar,
He then goes on to explain what a muffin top is, which I hardly need to do for you people.
The Fleshbot article in question has the kind of descriptions I never expected to see in "real" porn--i.e., the kind of details that would make an FA cream his pants:
However, as you will see when you read the full article, my hopes to even slightly "legitimize" my fetish of choice are always dashed.
They also have an impressive gallery of nicely muffin'd chicks. Don't worry, I'll still be here when you get back.
Related:
◆ See more beautiful bellies in Molly's Flickr favorites!
Reading Fleshbot, AVN and various other adult industry trade publications I've noticed that Muffin Tops are the new big trend in porn.
He then goes on to explain what a muffin top is, which I hardly need to do for you people.
The Fleshbot article in question has the kind of descriptions I never expected to see in "real" porn--i.e., the kind of details that would make an FA cream his pants:
In the fashion typical of director Jim Powers, stars Brooke Scott and Marlie True begin the movie by doing a ho-stroll down a crowded street in broad daylight until they are won over by a man offering them jumbo ice cream cones. Claudia Downs and Rucca Paige were also encouraged to buy jeans a couple sizes too small...
Muffin Tops are so in demand in the world of this film that Claudia Downs... is forbidden from going to the gym.
However, as you will see when you read the full article, my hopes to even slightly "legitimize" my fetish of choice are always dashed.
They also have an impressive gallery of nicely muffin'd chicks. Don't worry, I'll still be here when you get back.
Related:
◆ See more beautiful bellies in Molly's Flickr favorites!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Warm Milk, Part 2: Molly Arrives
Sexy stuffing stories, my peeps: it's what I live for. Here's part 1 if you wanna catch up.
* * *
There was a knock on the door.
Rufus jumped up from the sofa. He had shaved, buttoned up, tucked in, and gave himself a quick look in the mirror before he opened the door. In that single second of pull a tingle seized his crotch--half sex, half fear at not knowing who he would find on the other side.
And there she was.
"You must be Molly," he said, not knowing what else to say.
Molly lowered her head, but a small smile upturned one corner of her mouth. "He said you were pretty," she said, looking up at him through her long eyelashes, "and it's true."
The corner of each of her merry eyes was decorated with a tiny red jewel, and her dimpled cheek had a beauty mark on it. Rufus felt all his tension sigh out--and his chest swell again on the next breath.
"And you are adorable," he told her, "a little burlesque princess."
Molly stepped inside, taking it all in: the balcony with the view of the city in the pouring rain, the fully equipped kitchen, the door to the bedroom. Then she undid her belt, turned, and allowed her trench to slide down off her shoulders. "Take my coat?" she asked him sweetly.
Slowly, Rufus curled his fingers under the collar, between the fabric and her warm skin, and the coat slid off. Underneath she was wearing thigh-highs, frilly red panties, and a corset teddy that completely failed to conceal the thickness of her waist or her round soft belly. She had a pert rump, and two bouncy breasts ready to spill from their cups as soon as she bent over. She stood smiling at him a little, her hands rising to tighten the combs that held her curly hair back--her eyes asked him if he was pleased.
Rufus felt a pleasurable twinge in his belly, and without thinking reached out to draw her closer to him. She was smaller than he was--she could pillow her head on his breast, and he could rest his chin on the top of her head. He heard her give a little "Oh," as she came up against his broad chest and his soft tummy, the same combination that had so enticed Andre Six. She lay one of her little manicured hands on his chest, the nails red as love, and then she tweaked his nipple!
He felt a tickle: one of her hands grope around, squeezed one of his love handles through his shirt. "You're soft," she said."
"Softer than most boys, I've been told." His voice had deepened, coming up from his chest.
"Not as soft as I am, though," she said, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
I bet you are, he thought, eyeing her thick waist--she might even outweigh him a little, for all their difference in height. "I'd like to kiss you," he said.
"I'm surprised you waited this long," she said, and turned her face up to him, her flower-pink lips parted prettily.
He caught her open mouthed, and as their kiss deepened he felt her arms slide under his, gripping his shoulder blades--a harness of lust. Rufus ran her hands down the curves of her sides, feeling the hard ribs of her corset and then the soft, soft globes of her rump beneath. He was pressing his palms to them, about to squeeze, when with a little flip of her head she came loose from his mouth. Rufus was left staring stupidly at her, his lips still parted. She bit him gently on the lower lip.
"Want to help me carry my bags?" she asked, smiling.
The door was still open. Her bags were out in the hallway, a large one made of maroon crocodile, and two paper grocery bags. When he brought them in for her he noticed they held a gallon of milk and a new six pack of Orange Crush.
Rufus smiled.
* * *
Part three is next, so stay tuned!
Related:
◆ See more beautiful bellies in Molly's Flickr favorites!
* * *
There was a knock on the door.
Rufus jumped up from the sofa. He had shaved, buttoned up, tucked in, and gave himself a quick look in the mirror before he opened the door. In that single second of pull a tingle seized his crotch--half sex, half fear at not knowing who he would find on the other side.
And there she was.
"You must be Molly," he said, not knowing what else to say.
Molly lowered her head, but a small smile upturned one corner of her mouth. "He said you were pretty," she said, looking up at him through her long eyelashes, "and it's true."
The corner of each of her merry eyes was decorated with a tiny red jewel, and her dimpled cheek had a beauty mark on it. Rufus felt all his tension sigh out--and his chest swell again on the next breath.
"And you are adorable," he told her, "a little burlesque princess."
Molly stepped inside, taking it all in: the balcony with the view of the city in the pouring rain, the fully equipped kitchen, the door to the bedroom. Then she undid her belt, turned, and allowed her trench to slide down off her shoulders. "Take my coat?" she asked him sweetly.
Slowly, Rufus curled his fingers under the collar, between the fabric and her warm skin, and the coat slid off. Underneath she was wearing thigh-highs, frilly red panties, and a corset teddy that completely failed to conceal the thickness of her waist or her round soft belly. She had a pert rump, and two bouncy breasts ready to spill from their cups as soon as she bent over. She stood smiling at him a little, her hands rising to tighten the combs that held her curly hair back--her eyes asked him if he was pleased.
Rufus felt a pleasurable twinge in his belly, and without thinking reached out to draw her closer to him. She was smaller than he was--she could pillow her head on his breast, and he could rest his chin on the top of her head. He heard her give a little "Oh," as she came up against his broad chest and his soft tummy, the same combination that had so enticed Andre Six. She lay one of her little manicured hands on his chest, the nails red as love, and then she tweaked his nipple!
He felt a tickle: one of her hands grope around, squeezed one of his love handles through his shirt. "You're soft," she said."
"Softer than most boys, I've been told." His voice had deepened, coming up from his chest.
"Not as soft as I am, though," she said, looking up at him through her eyelashes.
I bet you are, he thought, eyeing her thick waist--she might even outweigh him a little, for all their difference in height. "I'd like to kiss you," he said.
"I'm surprised you waited this long," she said, and turned her face up to him, her flower-pink lips parted prettily.
He caught her open mouthed, and as their kiss deepened he felt her arms slide under his, gripping his shoulder blades--a harness of lust. Rufus ran her hands down the curves of her sides, feeling the hard ribs of her corset and then the soft, soft globes of her rump beneath. He was pressing his palms to them, about to squeeze, when with a little flip of her head she came loose from his mouth. Rufus was left staring stupidly at her, his lips still parted. She bit him gently on the lower lip.
"Want to help me carry my bags?" she asked, smiling.
The door was still open. Her bags were out in the hallway, a large one made of maroon crocodile, and two paper grocery bags. When he brought them in for her he noticed they held a gallon of milk and a new six pack of Orange Crush.
Rufus smiled.
* * *
Part three is next, so stay tuned!
Related:
◆ See more beautiful bellies in Molly's Flickr favorites!
Monday, June 16, 2008
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.
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.
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