New Release! A Little Something Extra: A BBW Story

It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: A Little Something Extra: A BBW Story.

Check out the summary:

What’s wrong with a little something extra?

Sophie doesn’t want to change who she is. Most people who have called her chubby meant it as an insult, but to Niall, it’s a compliment.

Sophie visits a shoe store on her lunch break and ends up storming out because of some insensitive comments made by the employee. She returns to work and simply tries to get through the rest of her day.

Then Niall happens. They have worked together for years but never really connected much. But after he expresses concern and asks what happened, she finds herself telling him.

She finds out that he’s more of a fan of large, beautiful women than she ever imagined.

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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.

A Little Something Extra: A BBW Story

(sample)

It was quiet for a Monday. At the beginning of most weeks, the phone rang off the hook and Sophie barely had time to take a lunch break. But it was the dead period, that week of wasteland between Christmas and New Year, when most people had the foresight to request the time off months earlier.

Sophie couldn’t have even if she’d wanted to. It was part of the territory. After all, the business was still open, even if they were working with a skeleton crew. Instead, she’d saved up her vacation days for Easter, when she planned to meet up with her friends from college and book a cabin in the forests of Vermont, as they’d done last year.

She decided to start on her sandwich an hour early. Sitting at the reception desk, she pulled back the brown paper and ran her finger along it, scooping up the mayonnaise that had leaked from between the slices of bread. She held up the sandwich and took a large bite, just as the telephone rang. Typical.

“Good afternoon,” she sang into the phone, the bite of sandwich shoved into her cheek. “This is Sophie. How can I help you?”

It was the same greeting she gave every customer. There was a small laugh. “Afternoon?” came the voice. “It’s only eleven. Are you wishing the day away?”

Sophie glanced at the clock. The guy was right. It was still morning, and the slowest morning ever. “Oops!” she said. “Good morning, sir. How may I help you?”

He wanted to be put through to the buying department. She knew of only one person in that department that day. She dialed the number.

“Hey Niall,” she said sweetly. “I’ve got a call for you.”

“Sure, you can put the call through.” Niall was a man of few words. She’d always been a little intimidated by him. He was around thirty-five, serious and dour, with short, dark hair. She’d never known him take a vacation, and it didn’t surprise her that he was at work that day.

She’d always tried to be nice to him, attempting to coax him out of his shell, but it seemed an impossible task because he usually kept to himself. There were times he came down to see her at the reception desk and collected the mail or asked about booking a meeting room, but he rarely stayed longer than he had to.

Once or twice, she was sure she’d caught him staring at her breasts. It was pretty hard for anyone to miss them, of course. At five-three, what Sophie lacked in height she made up for in “curves and swerves,” as her friends put it. She had a thick figure with a large, full chest, round, curvaceous ass, and wide hips.

She embraced her size and flaunted her frame. She wasn’t ashamed of having a body that wasn’t stick-thin, no matter how much her mom encouraged her to lose weight. To please her, Sophie had tried several diets, but she bored of them quickly, and she figured it was simply because she had no interest in changing who she was.

She sat at her desk for another hour until it was time to take her lunch. She slung her purse over her shoulder and walked out the office with the note she always left, saying she’d be back soon. Until then, calls were diverted elsewhere in the building.

Walking down the winter streets of Chicago wasn’t a pleasant experience. It was freezing cold, and she pulled her thick scarf tighter around her neck, her hair tucked into her thick coat. It was the same outside on the streets as it was in the office: very few people milled about. She harbored jealous thoughts of her friends and family who were still on vacation, sitting around a lounge with the television on, drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies.

She felt an icy pool collecting around her toes. Her boots were letting in water again, and her feet were beginning to freeze. “Damn it,” she whispered. It was long overdue to get a new pair. And with the Christmas money her family had sent her, maybe it was time to do a little shopping.

Sophie walked into a shoe store and began to peruse the sale racks. There were always plenty of great buys to be found after the holidays, and among the impossibly high party shoes there were also more practical items to be found. She located a pair of black, knee-length boots and picked one up to look at it.

“May I help you?”

Sophie turned and saw a pretty girl with black hair in a bob. She wore a white shirt and a smart, black skirt. Sophie held up the boot. “Do you have these in a seven?” she asked.

The woman looked at her and smiled, but the smile seemed more like a smirk. “Are they for you?” She took in Sophie’s body, her eyes drifting down to Sophie’s calves meaningfully.

(end of sample)