Men Love Curves: BBW Romance

by Ruby Madden

  Hannah sipped on the miso soup, nibbled at the sashimi and sushi brought to her for the meal and enjoyed the wonderful green tea of the region. Eating was an immense pleasure for Hannah. One that she had indicated on her reservation at the Pleasure House. She fully intended on indulging in it during her stay.

  So far, they were delivering and more than meeting her culinary expectations.

  She noticed that Xasper observed her closely as she ate. It wasn’t obtrusive, like he was staring, but more that he watched her mouth and how she handled her chopsticks and food. He seemed pleased and she wasn’t sure why that made her feel good. But it did.

  His gaze would graze across her, glances that were seemingly innocent enough, but just beneath the surface, they spoke of a hidden carnality. Hannah could only guess at what all he knew and understood about the lovemaking arts.

  She, being a virgin, was absolutely unschooled and clueless.

  Willing and ready, over-ready really. But clueless.

  And it was as if he could see this anxiety and self-consciousness about her. But he didn’t seem to mind.

  “I find it appealing, Hannah,” he said out of the blue, a sly smile on his attractive face.

  Startled, wondering if somehow he’d been able to read her mind and hear her thoughts, she blurted out, “What do you find appealing?”

  “Your innocence. Your curiosity. Your naivety. All of it, really.”

  Stunned, Hannah held her bite of food mid-air, the chopstick hovering in her hand. She set it back down, unable to finish the bite and instead picked up the tea to take a soothing sip. She gathered up the courage to ask. To confront him.

  “Can you read other’s thoughts?” She asked, finding herself incredulous.

  He shook his head gently. “No, but I can read body language. Very well. Yours speaks to a great deal of innocence and curiosity. A fabulous combination. You’re like catnip to someone like me.”

  This surprised Hannah. Delighting her.

  “I am?!”

  “Yes, you are,” he said, the mischief thick in his voice. He was toying with her.

  Hanna found herself blushing furiously. How in the world could he know this much about her private thoughts and feelings, solely from watching her body movements?! Suddenly, she felt naked. More naked than if she was actually nude. Stripped down and bare.

  Her breathing increased as did her heart rate. Feeling more nervous than she had ever felt before, she shifted uncomfortably, feeling overly self-conscious.

  “I’m sorry, Hannah. I’ve made you feel uncomfortable,” Xasper said, an apologetic look on his face.

  Hannah didn’t know how to respond exactly. “Its okay, Xasper. I came here for a specific reason. It should be no surprise to me that you would know this about me. I don’t know why I feel so suddenly uncomfortable…” her voice drifted down to a barely there whisper.

  Xasper studied her, his eyes squinting.

  “I do. I have an idea. Do you enjoy water? Say, a spa? Would that be relaxing for you?” He asked earnestly.

  Hannah nodded, “Yes, I would enjoy that. We don’t get to experience much of that in space. It’s a true luxury. We have to reserve the water tombs, that’s what we call them, months in advance. Our showers are timed too. So, you learn to be super efficient.”

  He was listening closely to her, something she liked.

  “How about we enjoy a spa after our meal? A way to get more comfortable with one another while relaxing.”

  “I’d like that. It sounds lovely.” Hannah felt some of her discomfort dissipate. The way he tended to her, his concern for her comfort.

  “Good,” he said calmly.

  They resumed eating and finally were able to engage in small-talk. Xasper shared about the region, people and land around them, revealing aspects of its history. Once their meal was done, Olly had quietly and unobtrusively cleared it away and then escorted Hannah to a changing room where she could change into a swimsuit for the spa.

  Hannah was then escorted to a private spa. She settled into the water, delighting in its soothing warmth. Xasper appeared, wearing a pair of skimpy briefs. Loosened up by the liquor that was served with the meal, she found herself admiring his attractive body.

  Lean and athletic, he moved with physical charisma. All stealthy and sexy.

  He slipped into the water and sat opposite of her. He ran his hands over the top of the steaming water, as if summoning it to be pleasing.

  “This feels wonderful…” he purred.

  Hanna nodded, closing her eyes to allow herself to fall into the sensuality of the moment. She was in a spa, on Earth, with a pleasure worker and he was practically naked, in the water with her. A part of her wanted to reach out and touch him. Another part of her felt foolish and inexperienced. Uncertain as to what she would do. How she would touch him.

  The warm water soothed her, allowing her to relax.

  “You’re very beautiful, Hannah,” Xasper said, startling her out of her relaxed reverie.

  “I am?” She asked, disbelieving. Then she felt silly, having wished she’d just accepted the compliment and said thank you.

  He let out a soft laugh, “Yes, you are. Very lovely, actually…”

  Hannah caressed the surface of the water, desperately wanting to avert the conversation away from compliments she found hard to believe in. She sucked in a deep breath.

  When would he touch her?

  To her surprise and as if he’d read her mind again, Xasper moved closer to her and gently, touched her check. “May I kiss you, Hannah?”

  Hannah gulped and nodded softly. Tentatively, she leaned forward in expectation of his kiss. He was gentle and soft. He tasted her lips, pulling at them in sweet nips. Teasing and delighting her mouth.

  Hannah felt awkward and clumsy. She wasn’t sure what to do or not do. She did her best to just focus on the new sensation, to simply allow him to lead the way.

  To guide her.

  Xasper pulled away, the feel of his lips on hers lingering. She opened her eyes to find him studying her face, a look of curiosity on his face.

  She felt shy and silly. Like a teenaged school girl in one of her young adult romance novels. The ones she’d outgrown when she was in college, deciding to not be boy-crazy like some of her friends.

  “What?” she asked.

  Xasper didn’t answer but instead leaned in closer and began to kiss her softly again. This time, she felt a little more confident and at ease. She liked that he was pacing this slowly for her, not moving too fast. She really did want to savor the experience.

  Be romanced and seduced.

  His hands made their way up and around her, pulling her in closer to his torso. She felt goosebumps break across her body, flooded by a delicious sensation she’d never experienced before. Her body felt alive and awake. Compelled to be closer to him. Like a magnetic pull and attraction that was more than just carnal. As if they were calibrating one another.

  It felt, real. Like they were true magnets. Living magnets. Every cell in her body was singing, with subtle pleasure. She shivered.

  “Can you feel that?” She asked, surprised.

  “Yes, I can…” Xasper replied, looking surprised as well.

  Hannah tilted her head and looked at him closely. He seemed truly startled and confused. “Is this normal, Xasper? To feel that type of sensation?”

  Xasper’s eyes grew wide. He swallowed hard, shifted and then glanced away as if looking at her was too much for him. He didn’t answer Hannah’s question, so much as his own body language and reaction revealed it to her.

  Which left her wondering…

  Was this unique to them?

  And yet again, as if he could read her mind, he answered her wonderment, “Hannah, I can’t really explain what is happening, but no – that type of sensation is new to me. Very new.”

  “The magnetic pull between us? The electric energy feeling – as if we’re a conduit?”


  “Yes, that.”

  They looked at one another, neither knowing what to say or do. Hannah gathered up her courage, stood up and stepped closer to Xasper. It was as if he’d ignited or triggered something within her and a stream of knowledge was coalescing inside her mind. Something more dominant and commanding was taking control and it wanted her to reach out and touch him again.

  Much to her own surprise and very much to his, she pulled him into her by grasping him at the waist and snuggly gripping his body to hers. Then, she stood on her tippy-toes and met his lips with a type of lustful hunger she’d never felt in her entire life.

  All hindrance, all hesitation was gone.

  Eviscerated.

  Instead, a part of her from within was eager to make contact with this man, this pleasure-servant.

  She pulled him into the vortex of a kiss he would never, ever forget. She sucked and sucked and sucked, as if she was going to claim his soul and make him hers.

  It felt sacred. And claiming. As if she was claiming him.

  Making him hers and hers alone.

  “Xasper…” she whispered when their intense union separated. She stepped back and shook her head.

  What was happening?

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ( 5 )

  Xasper was well-schooled in the erotic and lovemaking arts. But this completely floored him. He’d never, ever experienced the type of intense magnetism between him and a lover like what he was feeling with Hannah.

  And for crying out loud, all they’d done was kiss?! She was more or less a novice in the pleasure arts. An innocent. A virgin.

  For the sake of the client experience, he was doing his best to remain professional and not allow her to see his own surprise. But he could tell that she saw right through him.

  There was no hiding what was happening between them.

  Just as he was getting his bearings, she’d taken the reins of the dynamic and now she was the one in charge of it. And for all the world, this version of Hannah didn’t seem inexperienced or insecure.

  Rather, she was seductive and commanding. Going for what she wanted, her desire clearly in charge.

  Who was seducing who?!

  Now they were clinging to one another and she had just whispered his name in his ear, as if simply saying it would unlock some sort of secret code deep within him. He shivered, shaking his head to get his bearings. He sucked in a deep and calming breath. Deciding that they would need to part and end the session for the evening.

  He needed some time. And he needed to do some research too. Find out what this was about.

  He grasped her hands, a way of taking back control and felt the intense tingles crawling up his arms in rivulets of pleasure. It was hard to even think, let alone speak.

  “Hannah, I think it is best we part for the night. Clearly, whatever we had to eat and drink tonight is having a profound effect on us both.”

  He was lying and he saw from her crestfallen face that she was disappointed. She stepped back and away from him, more of her former persona returning. The shy and unsure young woman that didn’t know what to do or say.

  “My apologies, this is poor form and I fully admit it,” he stammered, suddenly feeling foolish.

  She peered at him, her eyes luminous and intense. Her gaze penetrating. “I understand, Xasper. It’s okay.”

  He could tell she meant it too. There was nothing but complete sincerity in her voice. Maybe some disappointment, but if he was reading her right – she too needed a bit of space to wrap her head around the encounter.

  Xasper stepped out of the spa, and left. He grabbed a robe to help soak up the water and dry off. As he headed towards his private quarters, he felt tethered to her. It was subtle, not unpleasant but somewhat strange. As if she’d laid claim to his aetheric body somehow.

  Was she a dormant?

  Dormants were a phenomenon he’d only ever heard about, having never actually met one. They were those who had ancestry that were practitioners of magic, including sex magic. Most didn’t even know about their magical heritage and lineage. For a dormant, it resided in their DNA quietly. Asleep. Waiting to be awakened by the right sexual partner and sex magic practitioner.

  Entering his studio, he strode over to his computer station and sat down. He logged into a forum that pleasure workers used to provide information, tips and suggestions about their trade. It was all anonymous, very professional and incredibly informative.

  He did a search and let out a sigh of relief when he was able to pull up a handful of discussion threads. He dove in, eagerly absorbing the experiences that some of his peers in the trade were willing to share and talk about.

  Just as he’d guessed, they touched upon the strange, energetic pull and magnetism. As if attraction was drawn to their partner in a literal way. It also explained the strange sensations on his skin and the way he’d felt hypnotized in her presence once they’d begun to get intimate.

  Magnetized and mesmerized.

  Although the threads shared encounters and experiences with dormants, there wasn’t much available to explain the phenomena. And this frustrated him. He was always in control and in charge of his pleasure-making skills, so it was strange to be caught off his game by someone entirely unacquainted with sex. A virgin.

  Mind-blowing.

  Who would have thought?

  And of course, this meant she was clueless to her own power, her own gift, her own unique state of being.

  So, the question was…

  Would he tell her?

  CHAPTER SIX

  ( 6 )

  Hannah lingered in the spa for a while, not feeling rushed or compelled to leave. Instead, she savored the warmth of the water despite feeling Xasper’s absence creep into her. Something she’d never felt before. Missing someone she barely knew.

  She was feeling many things at once.

  Elated, confused, aroused and oddly – quite calm.

  Quietly, musing to herself about what had just occurred, she stayed in the spa until she felt sleepy and ready for bed. When she stepped out of the water, Olly was silently standing by to provide her with a soft and cozy robe for her to put on.

  Olly guided her back to her sleeping quarters and set about preparing her bed, turning down the covers and dimming the lighting in the room. She smiled peacefully at Hannah before slipping out the door as if she had never been there to begin with.

  Quiet as a ghost.

  Just like Xasper said she would be.

  Hannah slipped under the light blanket and listened to the night sounds of the pleasure complex. The tinkling of water from the ponds and a light breeze that caused the light muslin curtains in her room to flutter. All elements that were foreign to Hannah. Elements that didn’t occur on a space station orbiting the Earth.

  These were new sensations for her and she liked them.

  A unique sense of peace coursed and strummed through her body.

  She felt an ancient knowledge and magic from deep within stirring and awakening her. Calling out to her conscious mind.

  Finally, sleep lured her into dreamtime. In dreamtime, she met a man. A lover. A being who played, frolicked and partnered with her…

  o ~ o ~ o

  Hannah was lounging in a tea shop. Watching the comings and goings of the people around her in the bustling city of Hanoi. Residents of the area tending to their lives, doing errands and work. Despite all the activity around her, she was absorbed by reflecting on her encounter with Xasper the evening before.

  She might be a virgin, but she knew enough to know that something unique had occurred between them.

  Something so unique that a pleasure worker had lost his nerve and ended the encounter before it had really even gotten started. She wondered if he would attempt to back-track, find a way to make it up to her somehow.

  Hannah was, in fact, paying for the pleasure center’s services. She didn’t want to seem indelicate to the situation
, but she certainly felt awkward.

  She’d opted to bypass the complimentary breakfast provided by the Pleasure House. She was eager to get out and do some walking. Both the body-guard and area guide had walked quietly behind her, keeping their distance while talking to one another. She’d listened, not really understanding what they said but intrigued by the dialect and its lilting tones.

  She still had a bit of a buzz from her encounter with the pleasure worker, from the evening before. She replayed it in her mind, going over each part. Every little detail.

  Hannah decided that she wanted to talk to Trudy. Her bodyguard and tour guide were sitting at a table nearby, but the busy tea shop had just enough background noise that it provided some discretion. She dug out her communicator from her duffel bag and opened it. She sent the call out, wondering if the signal would be received well. She’d never used her communicator on Earth before.

  “Hey there,” Trudy answered. “How are you?”

  “Good, so far. It’s a trip being down here! But I like it…” Hannah shared, glad to hear her best friend’s voice.

  “That’s good. I’m glad you called, I’ve been wondering…”

  “Trudy, I have some questions for you. You’re more experienced than I am and I’m at a loss.”

  “Yeah? How so?” Trudy asked.

  Hannah sucked in a deep breath. “Well, I had my first encounter with the pleasure worker last night…” she shared, a bit hesitantly.

  “Ooooooh! Do tell…”

  “I’m not sure it went the way it normally does, or should? I think we shared a different experience than what is typical?”

  “How so?”

  “Well, our interaction had a rather intense outcome.”

  Trudy laughed. “Hannah, that’s called an orgasm, they’re normal. It’s what you want.”

  Hannah felt embarrassed. She knew this, of course. She wasn’t an idiot.

  “No, not that. Something else happened. We actually didn’t make it to sex, yet. Just introductions and some kissing,” Hannah explained.

  “Ah. Okay? So explain, what happened?”

  “It was very magnetic. There was an energy passing between us, back and forth. It was noticeably strong.”