Hi, this is Scarlett speaking! I hope you enjoy my new blog, "Bountiful Beauties." As a large woman myself ... oh, what the hell, as a fat chick who's had my share of body image issues, it seems to me that there is a huge distortion in the way women are presented by the media. Lead actresses are almost always stick thin, while heftier women are relegated to the sidelines (with rare exceptions such as Queen Latifah). Even in books, the heroine hardly ever goes beyond being "slightly overweight."
This simply doesn't reflect the average American woman. We've got meat on our bones! And we might be able to display our bodies with pride if not for the fact that we are taught to be ashamed of them. So, as a writer, I decided to do my part by presenting a story in which women of size are given the central role. These characters are certainly not meant to represent all larger women, or even a minority of them. They are simply characters who represent themselves as individuals. But they let the rest of us know that no matter how large a woman may be, she is still a person, not just a big blob of fat.
Even more than dealing with the issues of large women, the goal of the stories presented in this blog is to entertain. If I have done my job properly, then you will want to return and find out what happens to Vanessa, Dora, Stacey, and Myrna. Their lives certainly won't be easy. One (or more) of them might not even make it out of this ordeal alive. But in the end, they will live their lives to the fullest, while both learning more about themselves and each other, and being true to who they are--and who they want to be.
So I invite you to come and enjoy the rollercoaster of life with myself and these four bountiful beauties. I guarantee you won't regret it.
Scarlett M. Butler
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Chapter 1: All About Anal
"Is it okay to have anal on the first date?"
Vanessa Vance laughed at her friend's question. "I'll do anything on a first date!"
Dora Sanchez looked at her skeptically. "I don't want a guy's hands or anything else anywhere near my but until at least the third date!"
Stacey Anne Fitzpatrick frowned as she glanced from one woman to the other. "Really? You don't have a problem with it? I mean ... that's the most private place, right?"
The three women, all in varying stages of their mid- to late-20's, were having their weekly "Girl's Night In" in the middle of Vanessa's bedroom in the townhouse all three of them shared in Fairfax, Virginia. Vanessa's room was perfect for these little get-togethers, as it not only provided for the necessary intimacy of revealing their most personal secrets, but it was the largest of the bedrooms in the house. They all lived there rent-free, because Vanessa had obtained ownership over the townhouse thanks to her lawyer, Dora, during her divorce from her third husband. It had once been her husband's "Secret Love Nest" that he shared with his former mistress, a woman by the name of Myrna Blake, who was now Vanessa's sworn arch-enemy and competitor for snaring the hearts of rich and powerful men. The only real difference between the two was the fact that Myrna was a voluptuous blond bombshell, while Vanessa was a dark, bountiful beauty. That, and Vanessa weighed about 100 lbs more than her rival.
Vanessa lay atop her bed, her thick legs waving lazily in the air behind her as she delicately took a sip from her wineglass. But the moment she sensed Stacey's doubt, her attention was grabbed and she scooted towards the edge of the bed so fast that her cleavage nearly exploded out of the top of her bathrobe. She stared hard at her red-headed friend, whose face was flushed from embarrassment and wine, and took another sip from her own wine glass. One needn't see that the uncorked wine bottle at the center of the room was nearly empty to realize that these ladies were fueled on alcohol and little else.
"I see," Vanessa slurred silkily, "You've never done it, have you?" Seeing Stacey's nervous start, she added kindly, "Anal, I mean."
"Oh. Well ... no, I haven't." The flush on Stacey's face deepened as Vanessa continued to stare at her, as though gaging not simply whether or not to tease her about her lack of experience, but more to the point how much teasing she could get away with.
Dora, who sat on the floor next to Stacey, decided to step in and save her inexperienced friend from any more embarrassment. "I haven't done it either," she declared. "Anal, I mean." She winked at Vanessa, who quickly understood and decided to back down. Stacey already had enough insecurities in her life: The fact that she was a 24-year-old virgin needn't be added to them.
"Well, it's not like it's a big deal," Vanessa declared breezily. She couldn't join her friends in denying that she'd ever done it, because they both knew already that Vanessa had done just about everything one could do behind closed doors. "Really it's just putting something in the out hole! Going in the backdoor isn't that much different from going in the front door." And as she took another sip of wine, she congratulated herself for her graceful tact.
Stacey shuddered at Vanessa's words. "As far as I'm concerned," she said firmly, "the in hole is the in hole, and the out hole is the out hole."
Vanessa laughed, a rich, velvety sound that filled the air with merriment. "So I guess that makes my pussy an in-and-out hole?" she purred. So much for tact.
Dora laughed at that quip, but Stacey gasped with dismay. "Vanessa!" she exclaimed. "How can you say something like that?!"
"Well it's true, honey." Vanessa slid off the bed and joined her friends on the floor. It was actually quite comfortable due to the plush purple carpet that covered the floor. In fact, the whole room was covered in purple. It was Vanessa's favorite color, and she loved to surround herself in it. Her bedroom, her office, her wardrobe, were all filled with an entire rainbow of purple shades. Admiring the cool, understated elegance of her room--professionally designed for her as a personal favor by Hudgens Interiors' very own Emerson Hudgens--she grabbed the wine bottle and poured what little was left into her wine glass. Giving the bottle a good shake, she finally realized that it was empty. With a sigh she tossed it onto the floor where it fell to its side and she leaned back against her bed, which put a bit of a strain on the violet bathrobe she wore, nearly causing it to fall open and reveal the entire front of her body to her best friends. "You know I've been around just about every block in the whole damn city. Just ask anyone you meet. I've either fucked him, or fucked someone he knows. It's only two degrees of separation between me and everyone in D-fucking-C!" She raised her glass in the air as though toasting herself, and then proceeded to down the entire thing in one gulp.
"Vanessa, what's wrong with you tonight?" Dora asked as she ran a hand through her smooth, dark hair. A lovely Latina lawyer who refused to take shit from anyone, she wasn't shy about sharing her opinions with her friends--and anyone else who would listen. She wasn't shy about showing off her body, either. She wore a very cute but revealing gray silk camisole that boldly showed off the delectable curves of her body. She proudly displayed the pudge around her midriff, and her wide hips were encased in nothing more than a tiny gray thong.
"Yeah, Vanessa," Stacey said as she shifted her position on the floor and leaned closer to her friend. She brushed back the strands of curly red hair that had fallen in front of her dark green eyes. "What's wrong? You seem kind of ... different tonight. Did something happen at work today?" Stacey wore a pale green satin nightgown that covered much more than it revealed. Even around her closest friends, she didn't want to show off her body. At 215 lbs, she was the thinest one of the bunch, only a size 16, yet she was also the youngest and most inexperienced, and thus had more issues with the size of her body than both of her more experienced friends combined.
"Well, if you must know ..." Vanessa was completely drunk--perhaps on wine, perhaps not. She had a secret that she'd been holding in, and for some reason, tonight was the night she wanted to let it all out. It had been eating away at her, bit by bit, and suddenly had risen to the forefront of her thoughts with all this talk about anal sex. After all, that had been his favorite activity when they were together ...
Vanessa deftly snatched Stacey's half-full glass of wine out of her hands, and downed it just as she had her own a moment before. Now she had a wine glass in each hand, which she unceremoniously tossed onto the carpet next to the previously discarded wine bottle as her friends stared at her with disbelief and concern. She was drunk enough; she was finally ready to tell her sordid tale.
... NEXT TIME ON BOUNTIFUL BEAUTIES!!!
Next Time: Vanessa reveals her shocking secret
Vanessa Vance laughed at her friend's question. "I'll do anything on a first date!"
Dora Sanchez looked at her skeptically. "I don't want a guy's hands or anything else anywhere near my but until at least the third date!"
Stacey Anne Fitzpatrick frowned as she glanced from one woman to the other. "Really? You don't have a problem with it? I mean ... that's the most private place, right?"
The three women, all in varying stages of their mid- to late-20's, were having their weekly "Girl's Night In" in the middle of Vanessa's bedroom in the townhouse all three of them shared in Fairfax, Virginia. Vanessa's room was perfect for these little get-togethers, as it not only provided for the necessary intimacy of revealing their most personal secrets, but it was the largest of the bedrooms in the house. They all lived there rent-free, because Vanessa had obtained ownership over the townhouse thanks to her lawyer, Dora, during her divorce from her third husband. It had once been her husband's "Secret Love Nest" that he shared with his former mistress, a woman by the name of Myrna Blake, who was now Vanessa's sworn arch-enemy and competitor for snaring the hearts of rich and powerful men. The only real difference between the two was the fact that Myrna was a voluptuous blond bombshell, while Vanessa was a dark, bountiful beauty. That, and Vanessa weighed about 100 lbs more than her rival.
Vanessa lay atop her bed, her thick legs waving lazily in the air behind her as she delicately took a sip from her wineglass. But the moment she sensed Stacey's doubt, her attention was grabbed and she scooted towards the edge of the bed so fast that her cleavage nearly exploded out of the top of her bathrobe. She stared hard at her red-headed friend, whose face was flushed from embarrassment and wine, and took another sip from her own wine glass. One needn't see that the uncorked wine bottle at the center of the room was nearly empty to realize that these ladies were fueled on alcohol and little else.
"I see," Vanessa slurred silkily, "You've never done it, have you?" Seeing Stacey's nervous start, she added kindly, "Anal, I mean."
"Oh. Well ... no, I haven't." The flush on Stacey's face deepened as Vanessa continued to stare at her, as though gaging not simply whether or not to tease her about her lack of experience, but more to the point how much teasing she could get away with.
Dora, who sat on the floor next to Stacey, decided to step in and save her inexperienced friend from any more embarrassment. "I haven't done it either," she declared. "Anal, I mean." She winked at Vanessa, who quickly understood and decided to back down. Stacey already had enough insecurities in her life: The fact that she was a 24-year-old virgin needn't be added to them.
"Well, it's not like it's a big deal," Vanessa declared breezily. She couldn't join her friends in denying that she'd ever done it, because they both knew already that Vanessa had done just about everything one could do behind closed doors. "Really it's just putting something in the out hole! Going in the backdoor isn't that much different from going in the front door." And as she took another sip of wine, she congratulated herself for her graceful tact.
Stacey shuddered at Vanessa's words. "As far as I'm concerned," she said firmly, "the in hole is the in hole, and the out hole is the out hole."
Vanessa laughed, a rich, velvety sound that filled the air with merriment. "So I guess that makes my pussy an in-and-out hole?" she purred. So much for tact.
Dora laughed at that quip, but Stacey gasped with dismay. "Vanessa!" she exclaimed. "How can you say something like that?!"
"Well it's true, honey." Vanessa slid off the bed and joined her friends on the floor. It was actually quite comfortable due to the plush purple carpet that covered the floor. In fact, the whole room was covered in purple. It was Vanessa's favorite color, and she loved to surround herself in it. Her bedroom, her office, her wardrobe, were all filled with an entire rainbow of purple shades. Admiring the cool, understated elegance of her room--professionally designed for her as a personal favor by Hudgens Interiors' very own Emerson Hudgens--she grabbed the wine bottle and poured what little was left into her wine glass. Giving the bottle a good shake, she finally realized that it was empty. With a sigh she tossed it onto the floor where it fell to its side and she leaned back against her bed, which put a bit of a strain on the violet bathrobe she wore, nearly causing it to fall open and reveal the entire front of her body to her best friends. "You know I've been around just about every block in the whole damn city. Just ask anyone you meet. I've either fucked him, or fucked someone he knows. It's only two degrees of separation between me and everyone in D-fucking-C!" She raised her glass in the air as though toasting herself, and then proceeded to down the entire thing in one gulp.
"Vanessa, what's wrong with you tonight?" Dora asked as she ran a hand through her smooth, dark hair. A lovely Latina lawyer who refused to take shit from anyone, she wasn't shy about sharing her opinions with her friends--and anyone else who would listen. She wasn't shy about showing off her body, either. She wore a very cute but revealing gray silk camisole that boldly showed off the delectable curves of her body. She proudly displayed the pudge around her midriff, and her wide hips were encased in nothing more than a tiny gray thong.
"Yeah, Vanessa," Stacey said as she shifted her position on the floor and leaned closer to her friend. She brushed back the strands of curly red hair that had fallen in front of her dark green eyes. "What's wrong? You seem kind of ... different tonight. Did something happen at work today?" Stacey wore a pale green satin nightgown that covered much more than it revealed. Even around her closest friends, she didn't want to show off her body. At 215 lbs, she was the thinest one of the bunch, only a size 16, yet she was also the youngest and most inexperienced, and thus had more issues with the size of her body than both of her more experienced friends combined.
"Well, if you must know ..." Vanessa was completely drunk--perhaps on wine, perhaps not. She had a secret that she'd been holding in, and for some reason, tonight was the night she wanted to let it all out. It had been eating away at her, bit by bit, and suddenly had risen to the forefront of her thoughts with all this talk about anal sex. After all, that had been his favorite activity when they were together ...
Vanessa deftly snatched Stacey's half-full glass of wine out of her hands, and downed it just as she had her own a moment before. Now she had a wine glass in each hand, which she unceremoniously tossed onto the carpet next to the previously discarded wine bottle as her friends stared at her with disbelief and concern. She was drunk enough; she was finally ready to tell her sordid tale.
... NEXT TIME ON BOUNTIFUL BEAUTIES!!!
Next Time: Vanessa reveals her shocking secret
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