Voodoo Love 🌙

Big Nattie

Nattie was plump. Her curves and silky folds layed about her like a early morning mist. Her round cheeks holding onto her delicious smile. She had the thighs that would rock any man's world...not the ones in this town though. They've preferred the skinny women over Bigg Nattie. This used to bother her until she filled her house with mirrors and stood naked telling herself she is perfect!  And she was. Everything on this woman was raw, and real. Every stretch mark, every fold and jiggle was astounding.  Her confidence had sky rocketed since she moved out to the swamp and isolated herself. Her boathouse floated pleasantly covered in lacy moss. She is an artist, a painter. And in her journal she painted and drew her dream man. He was big, muscular. Dark deadlocks dropping from his rich chocolate shoulders down his finely chiseled chest and back. He had big wings jutting from his back. Big brown wings, that she imagined enveloping her as they made love... Her whole house was him. Naked and clothed, sitting standing and leaning.  She was obsessed with her creation. She sat and sighed,  looking into his deep, dark eyes, she longed to be caressed, to be held... To have her flower pleasured,  to have her first REAL orgasm. Her plump, dimpled fingers give temporary relief. Soon after she is in need again. She went to bed that evening, looking up at her Love tacked to the ceiling. "One day we will be together." she sighed as  she drifted off to sleep.