Madeline was always a bookish girl growing up in her small town. Her family wasn't rich, and her weight often the subject of much harassment. After landing a her dream job running a grassroots campaign for her state senator, she runs into an unexpected friend. The notorious Roland Carlyle - international playboy, billionaire son of Senator Carlyle. He had the women. He had the car. He had the looks. After a tragic accident, however, Roland begins to take a long, hard look at his life. Has this billionaire turned a new leaf, or is Madeline simply playing into his manipulative hands?
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This 5,000 word erotic romance/erotica short story features a BBW main character, a billionaire playboy, and adult themes and is therefore intended for ADULTS ONLY (18+)
"I remember the night like it was yesterday. He came over to my apartment and we watched a movie. I couldn’t even tell you what it was, we seemed to be so focused on each other. We were so driven by the passion and excitement of youth. At some point during the film his hands moved from my legs to under my shirt. I had never been touched by a guy before, and I felt strangely vulnerable. I also felt excited, of course, but I’m a pretty anxious person when it comes to new situations. It felt good at the time and I was ready to embark on my first sexual experience so I played along."
"He told me about the accident. The recovery. The loss of his friends. I just sat there listening to him for a while, nodding my head. He was nothing like I had expected. He was just... human, like anyone else. He may have been showered in money, but it wasn’t real. It wasn’t as real as sitting in a diner at 3am in the morning, having a cup of coffee. Eventually the conversation shifted gears, and we started talking more about our own lives. He asked question after question about my life. I couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had paid this much attention to me. I was the “chubby girl” in the office. No guys ever took an interest in my life, in what I liked. It was refreshing."