‘Chubby chasers’ is a new term I heard recently. After being explained what it means I realized it’s the same as a ‘Fat Fetish’. Which is a term that has always created a burning hatred in my soul. I can’t help but question why us plus sized women can’t just be called women. Why does the size of our bodies have to be a characteristic used to describe us?
Cloudy Thoughts on Sunny Days
I stopped breathing today. When I smelled that cheap cologne you wore. I tried telling myself that it was just my brain playing tricks.
I don’t remember the day I met him. I don’t remember what he was wearing, or the cologne overwhelming my senses. I remember he was angry. About what? I don’t have the slightest recollection. But shit, he wore anger well. He had my FULL attention. I knew than, he was going to fuck my shit right up.
From chains, to cuffs. Leather whips, to pistol whips. A hanging, to a bullet. Owners and masters, to police and brutality.