Usually I'd say WIN, but no, that's not fair, none the less,
I present another piece of fiction
A quiet suburban neighborhood, a man and his Lady is
playing basketball in the drive way of their garage.
the woman is wearing a short white pants and matching shirt noticeably damp
with perspiration and the guy is wearing long sport
pants and sneakers. The woman is bare footed and her
burgundy polished toes glittering in the sun. She's
sweating profusely as is the man, and the man after
throwing the ball through the hoops proclaims he will
take his bath first. Though being the proper gentleman,
he recedes and decides to allow his lady friend to be
the first the bathe. The woman declines, and says she
instead will put away the hoop and the ball inside of
the garage. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a
little device and presses a button which causes the
garage door to go up. The man offers to assist in
removing the hoop but again his lady friend insist he
takes his bath. Once in the house, the man removes his
soaked clothing and places them into the washing
machine. standing naked in the laundry room, he notices
his penis growing in size. The man was once over weight
and at one point had weighed three hundred and fifty
pounds, though six feet, he found this size to be
languid and nasty and tried hard to lose the weight.
For several years he tried to return to his ideal weight
when he was much younger but gave up all hope, that was
until he met his lady friend. Who promised him that for
every pound he lost, she'd blow his mind sexually.
Although she had a few extra pounds herself, the man
felt her size was perfect and begged her not to lose any
weight. Though she still lost several pounds due to the
diet the both enjoyed; steamed vegetables and tuna
salads. This they ate for several weeks, while his lady
love continually promised him to lose as much weight as
he could. Two remain non sexual, they slept in
different rooms and she wore no revealing clothing
around him at all, even when she left the shower, she
opted to wear her dirty clothes than to simply use a
towel. The man did his part by doing weight training
exercises in the hope that he could turn some of that
blubber into lean muscle. As they ate dinner one
evening, his lady had gas due to all the vegetables
they'd eaten and began to fart uncontrollably. She felt
embarresed and tried to apologize, but to her amazement,
the man approached her and knelt to his knees,
"Allow me please to sniff your vagina." She was
surprised at first but smiled a thought coming to her.
You want to smell me vagina after I farted?" She
asked.
"Not really," he corrected, "It's because we've been
together for far too long and I need to just touch a
part of you, to keep your taste in my mouth."
"Didn't we agree no funny business until you lost
enough weight?"
"Please, I just want a taste, a small taste, please."
The man sounded desperate and lady herself wanted to
feel his hunger against her flesh.
"I promise you darling, it will be when you've lost
enough weight to be considered healthy." She assured
him and with that, they waited five more weeks. Though
those five weeks felt like forever for both of them, and
they both insisted that no masturbation would be done in
that time, to be sure of this, they decided to sleep in
the same bed and to take baths together, and was barely
inseparable that entire time. The man thought this
torture, and several time would fall apart from self
pity, though he was reluctantly to share his anguish,
he finally did, admitting his carnal desires, which he
found almost unbearable to control. And at this, he
wrote poems to his lady friend and dreamed of her touch,
her pleasure, her sex. Night and day for the entire
five weeks, until, his weight goal and their eventual
coitus became inevitable. Unable to hid his joy, he
found himself to weigh seventy pounds less than his
previous weight, a whopping two hundred eighty and his
lady friend sought to reward him for all his hard work.
But, she had a set condition, that they play ball first.
He though incapable of playing as well as she, still
preformed beautifully and she said that the one who made
their last shot, would get to bath first. The man did
so, so as to properly prepare himself and their bed for
the wonderful union soon to occur.
Now watching his manhood growing he quickly made his
way up the stairs to their bedroom and opening the door
he placed a rather large bath mat onto the bed, and
removed all the scented lubricants from the night stand.
His lady had removed the basketball hoop and placed it
and the ladder she used, back into the garage. Going to
the front door, she made her way up stairs and towards
the shower, instead of the laundry room as he had done
earlier. The lady as she made her way up the steps
could make out the distinctive funky smell of her body
in particularly the damp soggy feeling emanating from
her underwear.
"You finish yet lover?" She called ahead and made her
way through the bedroom door, hoping to turn the man
away from the thought of making love to her when she
would refuse to bathe, seeing as how even she felt
awkward about the soiled aroma. The room was darkly lit
save the candles in the bathroom, and she was about to
say to him of how she wanted to take a nap before
bathing but was unprepared for his powerful arms
sweeping her up and places her gently on the bed. "Not
now baby, I'm so dirty, how about later? I'll bathe and
then we could have some fun." She looked into his eyes
hoping to see repulsion mingled with disappointment, but
instead, all she found was longing love sprinkled with
lust. She knew almost instantly that even in her
present state, this man saw not a dirty person, but a
body of a goddess he wanted to know intimately. "Wait
baby, I'm still filthy, you can't do it now, can you?"
She was a bit intimidated, was this man actually a fiend
capable of any or everything as long as he got his
pleasure? But his well placed kiss on her exposed belly
assuaged her fears. It was so tenderly place, it felt as
if she was a new born baby, and this man a careful
father, kissing the abdomen of his greatest gift.
"Please let me love you," he pleaded and she couldn't
help but feel sorry for him. For month's they'd courted
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