Plus Size Signe
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by M. J. Rennie
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: A Big, Bold Tale of Female Domination! Signe is a lot of woman for a lot of man in M. J. Rennie's finely crafted bdsm fiction. Here is an elegant erotic novel celebrating assertive, independent, physically large, and beautiful red-haired women of passion. It chronicles the intense affairs of big, bisexual, curvaceous, crimson-haired Signe. Along with her best friend Jan, Signe discovers that in affairs of the heart, size matters less than desire, and that real beauty takes many forms. Intelligent, energetic, and warm-hearted, Signe searches fruitlessly through the straight, gay, and leather worlds for a lover until she meets Daniel, a young writer of soaring ambition. Unlike the other insipid men she comes across, Daniel isn't put off by the fact that Signe outweighs him by 50 pounds--even better, he is as kinky as she is. Alas, even true love sometimes goes awry. Following a quarrel, Daniel leaves town to pursue his art and Signe is left sadly, desperately alone. Then in a dramatic, final twist, Daniel finally returns many years later. When the former lovers reunite, will old wounds come between them or will sparks start to fly once more? One Amazon reviewer said M. J. Rennie's stories are "haunting and well-written, chronicling the relationship between an eager, submissive man and a dominant, sophisticated woman."
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: March 2005
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [147 KB]
Reading time: 92-128 min.
CHAPTER ONE DOING IT WITH DANIEL
My mother said it was my father's idea, may he rest in peace, to name me Signe, and I thank him for it. Dad was a working man all his life and never made much money. But he loved me and gave me a good name. It's a happy coincidence that the name Signe has since become a synonym for strong, independent women who also happen to be Plus Size.
What do I mean by "plus size," you ask? Well, Plus Size is a fashion term, one that I use quite deliberately. It describes a woman who is physically large, well-developed, curvy, ripe, and generally mature. Plus size women make pleasing, uninhibited sex partners. Besides me, the ranks of plus size women include my best friend, Jan Schiele.
Jan and I became buddies in ninth grade. We were both shy and had our large bodies in common.
To be honest, I was not exactly model beautiful as a child and young woman, being heavy, awkward, freckle faced, tall, fair skinned, green-eyed, and red-haired. I developed late and it took a while for my complexion to clear. In order to see, I had to wear glasses thick as jam jars. They kept me from bumping into things but did zero for my appearance.
I remember wishing that I looked different than I do. Back when I was young, being plus size was not in style. Now, when I see myself in the mirror, I am satisfied. Not too hard on the eyes, I think, as I survey my body. In the opinion of my lover Daniel, when I dress up in my lacy lingerie, I am not merely attractive, I am stunningly beautiful.
The lingerie color I prefer to wear most is Victorian Red. As I have grown older, I've kept my smooth, clear skin. Except for the hollow between my breasts, my freckles have largely faded. Although I am solid at five feet, ten inches tall and 180 pounds, I am not what you would call fat.
My breasts are the firm, ample, generous kind that men love to kiss and suck, caress and fondle. Mine are tipped by itsy bitsy little pink nipples, which harden like dried peas when I am aroused. Daniel dearly loves to pinch and squeeze them. He can also spend hours sucking the sensitive points, when he is in the mood.
Things got a little better for me after I emerged from adolescence. I developed some striking facial features and actually became pretty. By age 19, I rather resembled the actress Delta Burke, except for my bright red hair.
You should know that my friend Jan also has red hair, and eyes as green as gooseberries. Frequently people mistook us for sisters. Jan is taller than I am, though. She was six feet by age 16. During basketball games in high school, she was our center, and a darn good one at that.
Jan has a body similar to mine, if not quite as shapely. However, at this point I care very little about size and looks. In fact, I am grateful that we were not like the skinny little waifs who once graced the pages of so many fashion magazines. It forced us to think about who we were and what we wanted from the opposite sex. As young women, Jan and I sought the company of men and craved relationships with them.
Red-haired, sweet-natured, and highly sexed, Jan was the epitome of what the magazines now call a "Big, Beautiful Woman." She was definitely that to me. I've always known that full-figured girls had a lot to offer.
In school, Jan and I hit it off right away. From the get-go she was always very pretty, positive in her outlook, and easy to get along with. Still, because of our size, our dates were few and far between. I had maybe half a dozen in high school, including the senior prom. Jan had about the same number.
To attract the attention of men, Jan went on numerous diets, but never lost a pound. By the time we graduated from junior college, we were 20 years old and desperate. Like many women in our situation, it turned out that our first sexual encounter was with each other.
When Jan turned 21 on the last day of August, we went to a singles bar to celebrate. Everybody was dancing and having a good time. But nobody asked Jan or me to dance, and we left the bar around midnight, feeling very disappointed.
At the time, I was still living with my mother, but Jan had a place of her own, a small rental house on an alley not far from the college campus.
I didn't feel like going home right away, and phoned my mother to say I would be spending the night with Jan. It was hot and muggy, so we stripped down to our bras and panties. We drank most of a bottle of excellent white wine and listened to a soul collection album on the stereo. The song list featured George McCrae, Brook Benton, and many others. Those old time soul singers have such romantic, sexy voices.
You know, songs like the classic "Rock Your Baby" and "A Rainy Night in Georgia," are the perfect accompaniment to an evening of passionate lovemaking.
From the moonlight outside, a bright glow streamed in through the living room window. Jan and I talked and talked, mostly about sex and how much we wanted to start having it. Jan wore a sexy black lace bra and panty set while I had on my favorite red lingerie, with high cut French panties and an underwire bra. We compared our bodies in Jan's full-length hallway mirror and wondered wistfully why men didn't find us more attractive.
"Your boobs are much nicer than mine, and a lot firmer," Jan said. "Feel yours and then feel mine."
I cupped my breasts, cradling one in each hand, the warm flesh yielding under the lacy fabric of my bra. I reached out and cupped Jan's breasts. Hmmm. Sure enough, they were both a bit smaller than mine, pointy, and not as firm. But they were still very nice, and I made it a point of saying so.
"Thank you Signe," Jan said. "You're so sweet."
Turning around, we stood back to back before the mirror, our bottoms touching. My bottom was also larger, and had a much more rounded profile.
"I wish my butt wasn't so flat," Jan complained. "Yours has a better shape."
"Yours isn't too flat," I answered, although in truth, mine did stick out quite a bit more.
Jan suddenly moved away from the mirror.
"It's too hot in here," she said, fanning her face. She sat down on the newly reupholstered sofa in the living room. The sofa, like the matching armchair, was overstuffed and covered in a neutral beige fabric.
"This bra is cutting into me. Would you mind if I took it off, Signe?"
"No, I don't mind," I said, gulping. Without another word, Jan removed her bra. Though small, her jiggly little boobs were incredibly cute and featured large, dark nipples. I was drawn to them as to a magnet. Jan caught me staring at them and smiled, closing her eyes tightly.
"I want to get screwed so badly," she said. "I can hardly think about anything else." Jan rolled her nipples between her fingers, first one and then the other.
I couldn't help myself. The next thing I knew I was on the sofa beside her, sucking on her nipples, kissing them, and fondling her boobies with my hands.