Alejandra Perez scanned her short blog post on her website while crunching on a potato chip. Every night she checked the traffic on her posts from the day and personally answered each comment. She’d had a few trollers who’d called her the “fat girl who couldn’t get a man so needed a place to complain.” Probably loved those comments the most, she had to admit. They fueled her fire, pushed her to keep the site moving and never give up.

 

#HearMeRoar Why I Said No to Love

By Alejandra Perez | Nov 9 | Love, Power, Feminism, Who Says?  | 20 Comments

 

Hey, Lovies!

 

You know me and how I roll. I’ve been a curvy goddess all my life, and it took a long time for me to appreciate that. I was picked on, tossed aside, and made to feel like I should “accept” whatever came my way. Hell no! I don’t need to accept a man who will cheat on me, disrespect my awesome, or love me despite my weight to feel happy. I can do bad all by myself, you hear? This is why I said no to love. In life, I can be who I want. I don’t have to apologize for my curves, my smart mouth, or who I am. Ladies, listen: do not settle in life. Find a way to love yourself; screw anyone else who tells you otherwise. Life is too short to simply sit back and take what’s given to you. Accept that you are beautiful. Love yourself more than anyone else ever will. And know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you have a kickass friend (moi) behind you if anyone has something to say. I’ve got my kickass boots, frequent flyer miles, and the love for a good battle. Call me anytime.

 

Smooches xoxox

Ally

 

“Come up with new material, assholes. It’s not like I haven’t heard it all before,” she yelled at her computer after reading her post one last time. Okay, so it was childish to throw chips at the screen and boo, but it still made her feel better. From an early age, she’d tried every fad diet, exercise plan, and miracle pill to slim down. It led to a life-and-death struggle with bulimia before she’d left it all behind. Her mother, God rest her soul, stood Ally in front of a mirror every day and told her how beautiful she was, and no one could take that away from her. It took three years, but it clicked. By God, it clicked, and Ally never looked back.

She’d been five years, now, without her mother, and it was a fight to make it day by day. One day she was talking to her mother, and the next she was gone, an aneurysm taking her in just a matter of hours. Her death pushed Ally to find a way to fill her time, and step out of the rat race that stressed her out. Between her job as a paralegal at the time and her mother’s death, the risk of spiraling back into her eating disorder was too great.

“No new comments, mami,” she said, looking up at a picture of her mother hanging over her computer desk. Tabitha Perez had been a force to reckoned with, and she gave the same spunk to her daughter. Ally sighed as she shut down her desktop.

She got up and headed to her kitchen. The blog, Hear Me Roar, kept her free to work at home and away from the corporate world. She provided in-depth looks into eating disorders, got sponsorships, and provided graphics all from one place. In her pretty pink boy shorts and white tank top, she padded barefoot to her fridge and pulled out a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

“Wine always hits the spot.”

Damn straight. There was nothing in the world a good bottle of wine and a battery-operated boyfriend couldn’t fix. The latter got a good freaking workout every day. She was single and proud, not dead. Thinking that just might be what would hit the spot, she gulped down her drink and poured another. She loved the way a light buzz from the alcohol made her nerve endings spark deeper when she masturbated. Each stroke took her breath away, and she was craved the feeling of her soft flesh under her hand. Sometimes she swore she’d been born in the wrong era. The rubenesque woman was amazing, and she enjoyed every inch of her body. Men nowadays didn’t appreciate a large woman. Ally may love herself, but she knew that didn’t mean someone else would feel the same about her.

Guzzling her second glass of wine, and feeling decidedly friskier, she grabbed her laptop on the way to her bed. Her two-bedroom condo, one room repurposed for her office, wasn’t the largest one in the world, but it was hers and she liked it just the way it was. Especially the large windows in her bedroom that gave her a magnificent view of the city light. Living on the thirtieth floor had its perks. Her California king-sized bed took up the center of the room, and faced the view, with her night stands on either side. She placed her laptop on one and stripped out her clothes.

“I wonder if my boys have a new video up yet,” she said. Another glass of wine gone. How many was she on now? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was her body felt good, and she was in the mood for late night shenanigans with her favorite wand. She pulled the black and pink vibrator out of her drawer and slid over her soft black comforter. Her fingers flew over her keyboard in search of her favorite duo porn stars. Hey, a girl could always dream. Two heads were better than one. Snort.

“Awesome! They have a new one up.”

She pressed play and watched as two large, muscular men, one with green eyes and the other with blue, kissed and sucked their way over a thick woman’s body.

“Mm,” she moaned.

Ally turned on her wand and slid the thick vibrating head down the side of her neck and between her breasts. With her free hand, she plumped one large tit and flicked her nipple.

“God, yes.”

Her supple curves gave as she caressed herself with her hand and the wand, heightening her senses as she went. She kept her eyes glued to the screen, and imagined their mouths on her. Fuck, she’d kill for two hot men focused on her desire. Their large hands slipped over the woman’s body, then one circled her pussy lips before he pressed her clit. The other pressed his fingers deep inside of her and the woman screamed. Each man sucked a nipple into their mouths and Ally lost her will to watch them. Instead she closed her eyes, let the sounds of their lovemaking amp up her fantasy, and took herself to another world.

The men’s faces became shadowed, but the piercing color of their eyes glowed in the darkness. Shifters. Her secret fantasy. Men who found one woman and she became all for them. No fear of cheating, of them losing interest, or leaving. She groaned, her wand buzzing against her pussy, teasing her. That’s what she wanted. Her shadow men sucked and played with nipples and her core throbbed. Juices slipped down between her thighs and she loved the feel. As they jerked their cocks near her face, a promise of what was to come, she spun her wand over her pussy lips.

“More,” she moaned.

One of her boys stepped closer and pressed his cock against her lips. She swirled her tongue over the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. Fuck, he tasted so good. She needed more. Her wand zapped against her clit and she screamed, just enough space for him to slip his thick dick inside. She swallowed him down, her saliva coating his flesh and easing his entry. Not that he cared. No, her baby fucked her mouth, slamming to the back of throat until her chin and breasts were covered in thick spit.

“Gag on it,” he demanded, and she lost her shit.

To be commanded like that. Pleasure skirted over her nerve endings and she pinched her nipple harder.

“Fuck her pussy, man. That’s what she needs.”

As the second man lined up his hot cock to her entrance, she pressed the wand on her clit. She let her fantasy take her away, pulling at her nipples as she rocked her hips into the wand. Her mouth and pussy were full of cock, thick and hard, and touching places she didn’t know existed. She watched their muscles bunch and flex with each stroke, the way their hips worked to push deeper inside of her. In her mindscape, she was blasted into hot, kinky, explosive desire.

She groaned, spreading her legs wider on the bed. “Fuck me, harder. Get in deep.”

She begged and wailed, the sounds from the video in the background matching her fantasy. She heard them grunt.

“Your pussy is so tight. Shit, lift your legs up so I can get deeper. Let me get so deep you won’t know what it is to not have me in there.”

Ally hiked her knees up, playing along with the video, and matching her mental picture to it. Her wand pressed harder to her clit and she jerked her hips.

“Right there. Yes, right there. Please,” she cried.

“Look how messy you’ve gotten. Let’s see if I can make it worse.”

Her body clenched, pleasure spiraling. The woman in the video moaned, each sound higher than the last. She and Ally built together, hot sex filling their air.

“I’m going to come all down that throat. Swallow every bit of it.”

There. He groaned, an animalistic sound that shot through her and electrified her body. Shifters.

“Oh, my God,” she wailed.

Her mind exploded with colors and cum shots as her pussy squirted. She panted and rubbed the wand in a circle, eking out every ounce of pleasure she could until her back bowed and she couldn’t take anymore. She tossed the wand away and rode out her climax, fingering her nipples and moaning into the darkness. Finally, she relaxed on the bed, chest heaving, and opened her eyes.

“Holy shit.”

It had never been that real for her. She still saw those electric eyes in her head, and the thought of them made her tremble with need. She’d just come all over herself, and she wanted to again.

“What is wrong with me?”

She still humped the air, aftershocks of pleasure ebbing with each glide of her hips. She needed to get laid, like for real laid, and soon. Apparently, her fantasies weren’t enough. She sighed and clicked off the video just as a notification binged on the screen.

“A new comment on my post?” she wondered.

She clicked on the pop-up and it brought up her website.

“Are you against dating? Or you just haven’t found your perfect match?” Ally read out loud.

“I don’t believe there are perfect matches, outside of the shifter world. But, I’m not against dating, exactly. Just the trappings that typically go with it,” Ally answered.

She moved to close her laptop after sending the reply when another notification popped up.

“Try Paranormal Dating Agency. If they don’t hook you up with your perfect match, then your website can continue to be the man-hating spiel covered in good intentions that it is. But if it does, I suppose you’ll have to find a new angle, won’t you?”

Ally hated anonymous commenters. If they wanted to bash her website, the least they could do was give a name. She didn’t hide behind a moniker.

“Ally isn’t afraid to try anything. Hell, she’d probably just blog about the whole things and still walk away, asshole.” She laughed, reading one of her regular’s comments.

“Then she shouldn’t be afraid to try it,” Anonymous prick added.

“She doesn’t have to. Who the hell are you to tell her what she needs to do?”

Ally got back on her keyboard. Her site wasn’t about bashing or fighting online. She didn’t need that sort of bad juju. Besides, she didn’t run from a dare. Ever.

“No need to get upset, loves. While your method, Anonymous, leaves much to be desired, I can’t say no to a dare. I will contact PDA, and I’ll even document the process on my blog. If I find my match, great! If not, that’s fine, too. I’ll still be Ally, from Hear Me Roar, and nothing is going to change that.”

“We’ll see…”

Anonymous, I’m tempted to track your IP address and beat you down in your own house, she thought, growling at the computer. Still, it didn’t stop her from finding the PDA website and filling out the contact form.

Bring it.