My name is Francesca Brown and I simply love big men. They're my personal fetish. Something about a big and tall man simply gets me going. I'm a big girl myself. I'm six-foot-one and I am a somewhat chunky ( but funky and sexy) girl. My skin is dark brown and I have long black hair which I keep braided. When it comes to my physical attributes, I'm 32-26-38. I trust you know what these numbers mean. I have a story to share with you. It's about me and some of my most recent adventures.
It's hard for me to find what I am looking for. There aren't a lot of guys who are down for the kind of action that I like. I am a very physical person. Oh, don't think of me as a violent psycho. I'm not. I simply like to get down and sometimes I get quite wild. I placed an ad on the Internet and set up about meeting the kind of man who was down for what I had in mind. We agreed to meet at a restaurant in downtown Boston. I went there, dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. And I waited. I didn't have long to wait.
My date had arrived, minutes after I sat down. He was a tall, good-looking man but most importantly, he was big. I introduced myself as Francesca Brown. His name was Evans Marcus. He was a lawyer in the city and he once played college football. Evans was a big guy, standing around six-foot-three and weighing 250 pounds. He had black hair, pale blue eyes and blond-white hair. He was very handsome and appeared to be in his early thirties. We talked a bit about our lives. I told him that I was a police officer with the Boston police department. He was rather intrigued. I told him that I liked living dangerously.
Evans told me that he was a confirmed bachelor and didn't believe in marriage. I told him that I had similar views. I was a single, heterosexual black woman who didn't want to be tied down to anybody. I liked my freedom. I didn't want to marry or have children. I liked my independence. And I loved sex. I took him home and showed him my porn collection. Yes, I liked porn. I had straight, gay and bisexual videos. I didn't have dyke porn because chicks with chicks did nothing for me. I liked watching men with women or men with men. Male sexuality, whether heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual, has always appealed to me. I loved men. I liked dick.
Evans and I discussed some of the specifics of what I had in mind. I like competition. It can heighten sexual desire. Evans and I stripped naked and went down to my basement. That's where we began to wrestle on the padded floor. We were both large people. He was a big and strong man. I was a big and strong woman. Although I didn't tell him this, I weighed around 230 pounds and had plenty of practice as a wrestler. We grappled. At first, he went easy on me. Big mistake. I dove for his legs, knocked him on his back and took him down. Evans looked at me, surprised. I got up and offered him a hand. He took it and looked at me with surprise. He demanded a rematch. We wrestled one more time. This time, he went against me with all of his strength. He was a lot stronger than me but I had more technique. I scored an escape. He came after me, and although I tried to evade him, he ended up pinning me. He had won. He was smiling. It's easy to smile when you're the winner.
What he doesn't know is that I fully expected him to win and wouldn't have gone to bed with him if he wasn't a rough, dominant male. It doesn't matter if females become company leaders or if they're hookers on a corner, they will only respect a man strong enough to stand up to them and show them who's the boss. Don't buy into the gender equality bullshit. Men have to be men. And that's the bottom line. I wanted to give this man some booty. He had earned it.
