Curvy Girls Need Love Series by Alexandrinha Abbott

When curvy burlesque dancer Tessa Snow meets sexy drummer Stone Street in a diner, she has no idea what pleasures fate has in store for her. She tries to act aloof, but she can't resist the sober rock star with the perfect face and a body to match. After just one kiss in a darkened parking lot, Tessa realizes that resistance is futile. The heart wants what the heart wants, and Tessa's heart wants Stone... moreWhen curvy burlesque dancer Tessa Snow meets sexy drummer Stone Street in a diner, she has no idea what pleasures fate has in store for her. She tries to act aloof, but she can't resist the sober rock star with the perfect face and a body to match. After just one kiss in a darkened parking lot, Tessa realizes that resistance is futile. The heart wants what the heart wants, and Tessa's heart wants Stone. Warning: This 5,000+ word story contains graphic language, a sexy BBW girl with a healthy appetite, mind-blowing oral sex, multiple orgasms and explicit descriptions of hot sex between a curvy burlesque dancer and her physically perfect rock star lover. Intended for mature audiences, 18+ only! less

When curvy burlesque dancer Tessa Snow allows herself to fall in love with Stone Street, the drummer of a popular rock band, she isn't prepared to let go of her insecurities and inhibitions. After learning that the sexy musician prefers curves, Tessa begins to open her heart and her body to the world of possibilities that he represents... moreWhen curvy burlesque dancer Tessa Snow allows herself to fall in love with Stone Street, the drummer of a popular rock band, she isn't prepared to let go of her insecurities and inhibitions. After learning that the sexy musician prefers curves, Tessa begins to open her heart and her body to the world of possibilities that he represents. Warning : This 3,500+ word story contains graphic language, a sexy BBW girl with a healthy appetite, mind-blowing oral sex, multiple orgasms and explicit descriptions of hot sex between a curvy burlesque dancer and her physically perfect rock star lover. Intended for mature audiences who love BBW rockstar romance, 18+ only! From "Curvy Girls Need Love 2": After I tugged my shirt down as far as it would go, I raised myself into a seated position and found my jeans. I put them on as fast as I possibly could and struggled with the zipper. Finally, I stretched back into a reclining position, forced the zipper into place and prepared to make my inglorious exit. I knew that my brassiere and panties were still somewhere in the darkness, but I didn’t care. There were more at home. Right now, speed was more important than collecting my errant undergarments. I put my hand on the handle of the door. “Thanks for the ride home,” I said. “I had a nice time.” It was the understatement of the year. I opened the door and spilled out onto the sidewalk. less

When curvy burlesque dancer Tessa Snow allows herself to fall in love with Stone Street, the drummer of a popular rock band, she isn't prepared to let go of her insecurities and inhibitions. After learning that the sexy musician prefers curves, Tessa begins to open her heart and her body to the world of possibilities that he represents... moreWhen curvy burlesque dancer Tessa Snow allows herself to fall in love with Stone Street, the drummer of a popular rock band, she isn't prepared to let go of her insecurities and inhibitions. After learning that the sexy musician prefers curves, Tessa begins to open her heart and her body to the world of possibilities that he represents. Warning: This 3,500+ word story contains graphic language, a sexy BBW girl with a healthy appetite, mind-blowing oral sex, multiple orgasms and explicit descriptions of hot sex between a curvy burlesque dancer and her physically perfect rock star lover. Intended for mature audiences who love BBW romance, 18+ only! From "Curvy Girls Need Love 2": After I tugged my shirt down as far as it would go, I raised myself into a seated position and found my jeans. I put them on as fast as I possibly could and struggled with the zipper. Finally, I stretched back into a reclining position, forced the zipper into place and prepared to make my inglorious exit. I knew that my brassiere and panties were still somewhere in the darkness, but I didn’t care. There were more at home. Right now, speed was more important than collecting my errant undergarments. I put my hand on the handle of the door. “Thanks for the ride home,” I said. “I had a nice time.” It was the understatement of the year. I opened the door and spilled out onto the sidewalk. less

When BBW burlesque dancer Tessa Snow tells Stone Street, the drummer of a popular rock band, that she loves him, she expects him to disappear into the night and never return. When he shows up at her doorstep carrying the largest bouquet of red roses that she has ever seen, Tessa begins to realize that the feeling is mutual. What he does next erases any remaining doubt... moreWhen BBW burlesque dancer Tessa Snow tells Stone Street, the drummer of a popular rock band, that she loves him, she expects him to disappear into the night and never return. When he shows up at her doorstep carrying the largest bouquet of red roses that she has ever seen, Tessa begins to realize that the feeling is mutual. What he does next erases any remaining doubt. Warning: This 4,500+ word story contains graphic language, a sexy BBW girl with a healthy appetite, mind-blowing sex, multiple orgasms and explicit descriptions of hot sex between a curvy burlesque dancer and her physically perfect rock star lover turned fiancé. Intended for mature audiences who love BBW romance, 18+ only! From "Curvy Girls Need Love 3": I sighed deeply and reminded myself to keep breathing as his mouth lowered to one pink nipple. My body stiffened, and I threw my head back. When feelings like this were moving through my body, I forgot to worry about whether my tummy was swollen or what I looked like naked. All my efforts were concentrated on enjoying the movement of Stone’s tongue on my breasts. He flattened his palms and slid them between the waistband of my skirt and the skin of my hips. As he lowered his hands, my skirt obediently moved downward toward my knees. When the fabric reached the midway point, it slid the rest of the distance to the floor without assistance. less