Sweets are first tasted by the eye, but flavour is the heart and soul of all confectionery. Their faces are a study in rococo sculpture, an unfamiliar language of landscape and form, an intricate and convoluted roadmap of life itself. Their bodies hold promise of hidden delights. Their spirits reach out in too-long denied explosive passion. These are uncut gems , their charm not yet set aglow by a lover, their eyes glinting with hidden meanings, their depths undiscovered.
Fat women are round and cuddly.
Lush and sensuous, warm and accepting, they radiate love. Their endless flowing curves, impossible to encompass save by caress, express the very essence of femaleness. Soft and yielding, ever so much more squeezable than their sharp-edged bony sisters, they submerge you in their embrace, their embrace, oh, so sweet, the Primeval Ocean, the source of life. Older women make better lovers , as celebrated in song and folklore. Their life skills uplift shy youthful lovers past barriers of fear and inexperience.