Jhuanie Wilson Rose' is a beautiful plus size woman. She's married, but not happily married. She's a college professor teaching a sexuality class. When she meets Anthony, one of her students, its list at first sight and vice versa.. What happens whe...
I had just been hired a few days ago at a college to be a professor for a Sexuality class. I didn't really need the job, but I took it anyway just to have something to do besides sit at home being bored and lonely all day.
You see, my husband, Gordon Wilson, owns a business. He is very successful and makes a ton of money. About 8,000,000 a year. He owns a business that indorses and invests in inventers. Right now, his business is country wide. If you invent something and he thinks its much needed to society, you can get indorsed.
I met him when I was 22. I was homeless and he had just got his business off the ground. I was living in a hotel. He was living in a nice two story house and was just in town for business. He saw me and got my number. We talked and hit it off. He promised he'd take care of me and he has yet to go back on that promise.
We got married two years ago. Am I in love with him, no. Was I in love then? No. Hell I barely ever see him. He works none stop and when he actually is home, we don't even have anything to talk about. We just kinda sit in silence. Yes we sleep in the same bed together almost every night, but as far as a connection goes, we don't have one. I think he shows me off as his "trophy".
Our sex life isn't all that good either. He only lasts a total of five minutes at the most. Then he grunts and groans before rolling off of me and snoring like a bear. I have to masturbate after just to get a damn nut off.
As far as looks goes, he's attractive. Muscular, tall, full lips. Always keeps his hair cut low. Clean shaven most of the time. Always wearing a suit except when he goes to bed. He only wears pajama pants and I do mean only. Its so he can easily just pull his dick out and get some then roll over and go to sleep. He's attractive, he just can't fuck.
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As for me, I'm a curvy gal. I'm short and chubby but I carry it well. I have a light skin complexion that I used to get made fun of for. People called me pasty and told me I was so black that I was white. I have chinky eyes and full lips. I have wide hips and large breasts and a large butt. I have a shape that will make any man stop in his tracks and stare. I may be plus sized, but like I said, I carry it well.
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I grew up in a foster home. I don't know my parents and I'm not sure what I'm mixed with. All I know is I've practically been on my own since I could remember.
I was never babied or even paid much attention to unless it was to be mistreated. I've always had it hard. I was beaten and abused in this foster homes. Told I was worthless and that I would never be anything. From being raped to being beaten I've been through it all. I've seen things no human being should ever have to lay eyes on at a tender age.
The only way I've ever been able to get what I wanted was by scheming, plotting, and manipulating. I manipulate people into doing what I want so much that sometimes I do it and don't even know I'm doing it. I'm no saint. Never was and probably never will be. All I'm saying is sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do.
My life isn't a happy one, but it isn't a totally miserable one at the moment and with this new job, it will get even more interesting.
