Dangerous Curves 121 (Patreon)

“Did I ever tell you I was a model before I got married?” I asked him as I took a sip of my drink. I had gotten what I wanted but I couldn’t help feeling bad about myself, what with Brian calling me fat and all, and I needed to talk about something that would lift my self-esteem.

“No, you didn’t but I don’t find that surprising.”

“What that I never told you?”

“No, that you were a model.”

“Yeah I was discovered when I was sixteen and I lived in New York when I was 18 for a couple years, made really good money too.”

“I’ll bet you did.” He said as he drank his water like the total hot square he was. “Do you miss it?”

“Not really, it was actually hard work and it was so personally invasive.” I said as I finished my drink. He automatically got up and made me another. I had my man trained well.

“Did you quit because you got married?” He asked as he returned from the kitchen.

“Yeah, well actually right before that I was dropped by my agency.” I said with a nervous giggle.

“Why?”

“I partied all the time back then, you know young hot girls underage, getting into clubs because we looked like models, and, well, I overslept a lot and missed like one too many flights.” I explained as I took a sip of my fresh and icy rum and coke. “I always had a hard time keeping my measurements from fluctuating too, and I wasn’t one of those super tall girls so that shows up, but I got booked a lot so fuck them.” I added as I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “Sorry I’m smoking inside.” I said. I just wasn’t in the mood to get off the sofa in the emotional state I was in, and a part of me wanted to see just how tight I had Tom wrapped around my little finger. “I was 34-26-39 back then, well, at first. I was tiny, but I always had the ass.”

“You certainly do have the ass.” He said he caressed my upper thigh and kissed it softly. Yep, the ass always got him, I did have him wrapped around my finger pretty fucking tight.

“Yeah I do, just got this belly now to go with it.” I said as I rubbed my soft tummy which was poking out in front of me pretty far actually.

“Turns me on.” He said as he kissed it.

“Turns me on too.” I said as I shifted my weight on the sofa that I was practically sinking into. “Yeah well like I was saying, my agency actually wanted me to put on weight cause they thought I would get more work as a plus-size model.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that was when I really got comfortable with myself and my sexuality, really for the first time. It was like a fantasy.” I said with a sensual coo as I adjusted myself again on the couch. “Uhh, talking about fantasies, I feel so heavy, do you have anything to eat around here?”

“I’ll order a pizza.” He said as he quickly got up.

“Yeah that would be good, like I said you need to take care of me.” I said as I looked up at him and batted my eyelashes.

“I would love to.”

“We should get a house.”

“You don’t like this apartment?” He asked as he fiddled with his phone.

“I want a house, it’s what I'm used to, and you have to keep me happy.” I said in my sexiest poutiest voice as I leaned forward in my seat.

“Is that right?” He asked with a smile as he came back close to me and deliciously put his finger firmly on my crotch. Oh God he felt good.

“Oooo, speaking of taking care of me.”

-Dangerous Curves