As a thick girl (fluffy, phat, plump … you know, NOT skinny), I’ve always been very self-conscious about sitting on a man’s face. I mean, y’all already know Sophia loves to be pleasured orally, but it takes real confidence to be my size and actually sit on someone’s face!
You thought the title meant Facetime, as in Apple products and iPhones?
Nope! In Sophia’s world, there’s only one kind of Facetime, and that involves me sitting on one!
Anyway, I’ve always been self-conscious about sitting on a guy’s face because I’m so not skinny. In the back of my mind, I’m always worried about suffocating some poor dude while he pleasures me, and not realizing it until I’m done. I know that sounds creepy, but such is life for us non-skinny types.
That never stopped me from sitting on the occasional face, though. Especially if the guy requested it. But, I was never really comfortable doing it until recently.
Royce* is a huge fan of Facetime, always after me to climb on up there and enjoy. But, I’ve been thick my whole life. And those insecurities that come with all this abundance run deep. No matter how much he reassured me, I was always a reluctant participant.
That’s starting to change, though. And it’s not just because I have a man who constantly compliments my body and tells me I’m sexy. Sure, that helps. But the real change has been within my own mind.
Like everyone else, my mind was colonized to subscribe to Euro-centric standards of beauty which have nothing to do with how I (or people like me) really look. I’d been brainwashed into hating my thick thighs and fat ass, even as white women injected their bodies with poisons to achieve what I have naturally.
But I’ve worked hard to de-colonize my thinking when it comes to my looks, especially my weight. As I’ve evolved into a woman I’m proud to be, I’ve come to appreciate the beauty of all my assets, even the ones that jiggle.
Especially the ones that jiggle.
Cuz I do jiggle.
Sure, I need to lose weight and exercise for health reasons. But what I’m not gon’ do is beat myself up because I’m not a size six. And I’m certainly not going to restrain my sex life based on what my bathroom scale says.
Life is too short and sex is too fun!
So, Royce had been out of town for work for a few weeks, and I missed him terribly. We spoke on the phone every night and had lots of hot, steamy phone (and Skype actual Facetime) sex. But it just wasn’t the same.
The day he travelled home, we sent at least 100 sexy texts, describing all the dirty things we wanted to do to each other. During one of our last exchanges, I texted him this:
“I plan on spending a lot of time sitting on your face when I see you!”
He didn’t respond right away, which worried me. At first I thought maybe he was on the plane and had to turn off his phone. But as more time passed without a response, I started to panic. Those old insecurities started to creep back into my head. Am I too fat to sit on his face? Why the fuck isn’t he texting back?
Finally, he called. From the sounds in the background, I could tell he was at the airport.
“Your last text,” he began.
Nervously, I answered. “Yeah?”
“Sophia, you don’t know how happy that made me! You know I love when you sit on my face, but you almost never want to do it.”
“It’s because …”
He didn’t let me finish. “I know why, Baby. That’s why I’m so glad you’re comfortable enough with me to actually want to do it. I can’t wait to see you. I’m gonna keep you on my face forever!”
When Royce finally got to my place, we barely talked, saying only what was absolutely necessary to get naked and busy. After a couple of frenzied rounds of some epic fucking, Royce finally held me to my word.
“You said you’d sit on my face, Baby,” he reminded me. But I was tired. And honestly? I was pretty satiated, too.
He wasn’t having it, though. So, like I’d promised, I rode his face for a long time, slowly letting him lick and suck me back to the brink of ecstasy. It was so good the way he made my pleasure ebb and flow. We moaned in harmony as my passion mounted, and he gradually brought me closer and closer to my peak.
I think I warned him before my explosion hit, but I can’t be sure. At that point, I could no longer hear or see or even taste. All I could do was feel and it felt exquisite. And when I finally fell over the edge, everything went blank.
They say that there’s nothing sexier than a confident woman. To be full-bodied and sexually confident is truly liberating. My hope for you is that you’re able to love the skin you’re in, too. And that you get to enjoy as much Facetime as you want!
*Royce isn’t his government name, ya know. Names and details are always changed to protect our privacy.
Photo Credits: Blackandcurvy.tumblr.com
(Originally published on TheSexySingleMommy.net)