Free Fatshionista by Vanessa McKnight Page A

into his
thick hair. I was being consumed by so many sensations at once but still not
the one I was longing for. And in the back of my mind, I heard a tiny voice
continue to point out that this sexy Daniel had eyes that were as deep and
brown as the Ganges.
     
    “Please, Daniel.
I can’t breathe; I can’t…please.” At this point I was beyond pride, beyond
arguing. If begging was what he wanted, then begging he would get. I had to get
this horrible thing off so I could feel his naked skin next to mine.
     
    He pulled out of
my grasp and sat back. He stared at me, taking it all in. My swollen lips, my
hair, my chest moving up and down in time to the ragged breaths I was taking
in. He reached over and picked up the scissors. He shifted down and sat over my
lower legs. I felt the cool metal of the scissors as he worked it under the
tight material at the top of my knee. He slowly began to cut it free. The
material split right down the middle, revealing my thigh all the way to the top
of my hip. He repeated the same on the right leg, leaving my thighs exposed,
but everything else covered.
     
    Then he shifted
back up my body and slid the cold metal blade between my breasts. He slowly
began to cut the fabric right down the middle. The tight material parted and
pulled to the side immediately, revealing almost all of the girls. He kept cutting
until he reached my naval, then he put the scissors aside and pushed back the
fabric with his hands.
     
    The contrast of
his warm hands where the cold metal had been almost made me come up off the
pillows. I was drowning in desire at this point, aching for him to remove the
final section of garment. The precise cuts he made created something akin to a
bikini bottom, everything revealed except that one secret place. He pulled the
straps off my shoulders and down my arms.
     
    I felt like I was
one of those surfers who comes out of the water and peels off their wetsuit,
only I was burning up with heat and only wet in one particular place.
     
    “Beautiful. Such
a shame to cover all this beauty with that horrid fabric. Whatever were you
thinking, Millie?” He smiled as he shifted to lay down beside me, curling me
into his chest.
     
    “Well, I can only
assume I have some deep-seated body issues that are culminating in my
subconscious need to cover myself, even in a fantasy environment. I can only
assume that you being gay is still not safe enough for my subconscious and
these layers of stable, formidable undergarments are my way of continuing to
keep someone whom I have an interest in at bay, even within the confines of a
private fantasy.”
     
    “You think that’s
really it?” he asked as he lowered his head down to the nearest nipple. “Maybe
you just like to make it harder on me. You’re making things quite hard right
now, my dear.” He closed his lips around my nipple, slowly pulling it into his
hot mouth.
     
    “Who cares?
Just…yes…keep…yes…right there…doing that…yes.” How was that for intellectual?
     
    “Millie, Millie.
Take off the rest. I’m a little busy here with your friends.”
     
    “Yes, yes, let me
help.” I reached down to push the rest of the girdle off my hips. The only part
left was a section from my hip to my navel, almost like a pair of panties, but
it wouldn’t budge. I mean not at all, like it was super-glued to my skin.
     
    “Um, Daniel, we
seem to have a problem here.”
     
    “Mmmmm, and what
would that be, dear? I am finding nothing wrong with my current environment.
You have the most splendid breasts, my dear.”
     
    “Well, thank you
for that, but I really feel like we need to get some scissors involved again.
Mission undergarment removal seems to have stalled in regards to my…lower half.”
     
    He raised his
head and looked at me, then looked down at the super-glued fabric. “Ah, yes,
that would be a problem, as I am most interested in continuing this little
exploratory mission of mine to parts south. Now where did those