Three hot women and three even hotter firefighters learn what it takes to make their sex lives ignite in this collection of three short BBW firefighter romance erotic tales.
From "Fire in the Hole: The BBW and the Fireman":
For the first time, I allowed myself to really take in the hunk of a man sitting beside me. He was all muscles and hardness from head to toe, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he would feel like beneath my fingertips. I had to use my imagination. My hands had never touched a man like that. My hands had never touched any man for that matter. I was a virgin.
There had been opportunities, of course. Anyone in possession of a vagina is sure to get offers, but there had never been a man who was kind and sincere, deserving of taking my virginity. Somehow, I had made it to my early thirties without knowing the touch of a man. That’s what made what happened next so surprising.
I was busy thinking my own thoughts. So I wasn’t really listening to what Jesse was saying. He paused and laughed. So I laughed, too, hoping that it wasn’t inappropriate. I had no idea what we were laughing at, but Jesse stopped my laughter with his mouth.
Jesse leaned toward me and placed his lips against mine. They were soft and silky like the satin sheets that I slept in alone every night.
From "Where There Is Smoke: The BBW and the Fireman 2":
When he groaned in excitement, I took it as a good sign. Pressing his flesh between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, I swirled and moved my mouth around him by instinct using his moans as a guide. He was an excellent teacher without even saying a word, and I was a willing student who was anxious to ace the exams.
His taste and texture surprised me. The flesh was warm and springy between my lips, hard and soft at the same time. The skin was smooth like satin. It was a huge contrast from the rough texture of his hands where they caressed the skin at the back of my neck. I marveled at the sensations that coursed through my body in response to being so close to his. It was like being launched to the moon. My heart seemed to have found a new rhythm since the first time we kissed. It pounded with a vigor that I hadn’t known it possessed. I had never felt so alive. Life had a new purpose, and it was right here within the wet confines of my mouth.
From "Cold Hands, Warm Heart: The BBW and the Fireman 3":
My mother always used to say, “Cold hands, warm heart.” I never really believed that it was true. My hands are always hot, but I’m sure I have a warm heart anyway. I doubt that cold hands are a requirement for that. It was always my warm heart that got me into trouble. Bringing home stray puppies and kittens was second nature to me when I was a child. As I grew older, my warm heart drew in stray boys instead. Now that I’m in my late twenties, let’s just say I never met a man I didn’t like.
It wasn’t that I was promiscuous. I think one of the requirements for being promiscuous involves intent. Another involves action. In my case, there was neither. I had spent time with many men, but none of them had ever made it to my bed. My hands were hot, but my bed was ice cold.
This 15,000+ word BBW firefighter romance story collection contains graphic language, a trio of vivacious and incredible BBW girls, mild BDSM, mind-blowing oral sex and explicit descriptions of hot sexual activity between a trio of hot curvy girls and three even hotter alpha male firefighters.
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