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He stood next to me--a fat, sickening troll of a man about twenty years my senior, but worlds apart from what I would find attractive. He was repulsive. He made me sick, this hideous, obese plug of a wastrel.

I watched as he made his noise and violently spouted hateful words about hairless cunts and playground sex and crying and mommy and daddy and genitals and little girls and little boys, and while I was lost in this I felt him edge closer to me.

I felt his fat body rub against mine and I at first thought that since the room was so crowded, he must have been pushed toward me. But then instead of bumping into me he started to rub his fatness methodically and erotically up and down my side, paying close attention to graze my tit as much as he possibly could.

I wanted to be touched. I wanted to be impressed. I wanted to be abused. I didn't want this fat parasite to stop; so I stood there and let it happen.



First off, this is an excellent expository effort Loopnode, but I find the imagery upsetting....here's why:

This has happened to me several times with Fat chicks at parties...at first I thought that they might be attracted to me, as scary as that thought is...but what was really happening was they were simply too fat and out of shape to stand there and slow dance/mingle with everyone else, so i come along and wheel up next to them and they seize upon the opportunity to sit in my lap and rest, simply PRETENDING to be attracted to me as a pretext to rest their FAT, Bulbous Asses for a few minutes...it's disconcerting and very ego-deflating to be used as a type of mobile "rest stop", plus the crushing effects of the gravitational forces pulling their center of gravity onto my lap is not healthy for erectile function...

<Da burglar sings once again> "What will I do when the Fat girl says....'WOULD you like to Marry me? Would you Like to Buy the ring....da da da....'...."
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