Loving it


                                            >it was like this since you met her

                                            >she was a big girl

                                            >that’s just how she was

                                            >and you loved it

                                            >one thing struck you as odd though

                                            >for years now, whenever you got together, she’d make these remarks

                                            >she enjoyed the difference in your sizes as much as you did, but it somehow still surprised her

                                            >every time

                                            >you were only human

                                            >you’d likely never get another growth spurt, much less one that would double your height or “size”

                                            >yet she insisted on comparing

                                            >you didn’t mind being held up against her, though

                                            >it got her going and that was reason enough to indulge her

                                            >inevitably, the comparison would lead to more

                                            >she’d manipulate you as easily as a doll, though not entirely because of her strength

                                            >and no matter how big she got, you always managed to handle her somehow

                                            >you had a lot of practice

                                            >the facade began to break the moment you two got started

                                            >her voice shook, her cocksure grin giving way to softer satisfaction

                                            >she still tried to keep it up, pretending to marvel at her own size or disparage yours

                                            >you’ve learned to tune that out

                                            >your reward came later

                                            >when she brought herself to the edge and lost all pretense of “domination”

                                            >she slowed her thrusts and locked you in a tight embrace

                                            >there, stuffed, immobile, face full of fluff

                                            >that’s when her feelings came through

                                            >she likely thought you were comatose by now

                                            >that’s the only reason she’d let her guard down this much

                                            >but you had practice

                                            >it wasn’t particularly eloquent, or even coherent

                                            >but you could easily make out the many “I love you”s in her orgasmic cries

                                            >the sound of her true feelings spilling into you was what really sent you over the edge

                                            >maybe one day you’d be able to free your face from her chest and return them

                                            >but for now you were at her mercy, locked in her arms until morning at the earliest

                                            >maybe she’d go for another round, but you’d both be half-conscious for that one

                                            >when you’d awake, the act would be back and she’d ask how you enjoyed “getting pounded”

                                            >you’d just return to your spot on her chest and hug her back

                                            >and tell her you loved it

                                            >she hid her reaction from her face well enough

                                            >but she couldn’t hide her heart skipping a beat