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Marcella 1978

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About Marcella 1978

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    On The First Rung
  • Birthday 01/17/1978
  • Location Minneapolis, MN, USA

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  1. I got up off the sofa. This skinny short wrinkled face thin lips green eyes gray haired masculine groper innkeeper Debbie was still sitting on the indoor bench and she reached out with her both hands and rubbed my butt. Than she got up, placed her both hands on my butt. She stood behind me rubbing and lightly squeezing my butt. Than she hugged me from behind cupped my breasts with her both hands and started feeling up and jiggling them. I was speecless. " Big woman your breasts are soo large. I am very touchy feely person. So you and Ruth are a thing now. I am not tough and strong. I am tiny short skinny 57year old woman. You are huge. Standing next to you i look like a midget. You are physically stronger than me. Why are you so arrogant? Why? Just talk to me." .She kept jiggling and feeling up my breasts while she was talking. "Debbie please remove your hands from my breasts. Also i am straight and i never had any desire to do anything sexual with a female. Ruth is creepy and repulsive to me. She just got on top of me". I said to her. She moved her hands from my breasts and placed them on my waist. I kept talking " I'm often thought of as stuck up because I have a certain look on my face when people see me; I mean, to me it's my "I'm seriously nervous and uncomfortable" face, but to others I think it makes them feel like I think that I'm better than everyone. So everyone just thinks I'm stand-offish and an overall rude person who thinks way too highly of themselves. I am tired. I will go to my room" I started walking towards the coat hanger. Debbie walked beside me with her right hand resting on my butt. I put my coat over .my shoulders, but Debbie as she was standing in front of me just reached out and placed her hands on my breasts and moved them in circular motions and said to me " Wow, big woman, your breasts are exactly the level of my face". I just snapped and I pushed her away from me. She started breathing heavily and her eyes began to water quite heavy, then the tears started to flow. She broke down. I mean sobbing everywhere. So basically, she was just crying standing in front of me. She was just crying really badly. . Chubby red haired Marla, saw the whole situation. She got up from the indoor bench, walked up to me and she yelled at me " Marcella you are so tall with your huge boobs your big ass your shiny satin flashy clothes. You are glamorous, elegant and fashionable. Your breasts are so massive. What do you expect? Debbie for whatever reason feel it is appropriate to grab them and touch them because they're so big. Debbie is just showing appreciation for your curves and height. She is not physically threatening to you at all, and the chances that she wants to actually harm you are virtually nil. You are cuddling with that ugly weirdo Ruth on the sofa, but it is such an offense to you Debbie to grab your boobs or buttcheeks. You stupid upper middle class overdressed insensitive cow.'' I now started to feel my tears welling up — I'm such a softy that way. Debbie was just crying standing in front of me. I now started to cry and reached out to hug her. She held tight. So here we were, hugging and crying in the middle of the living room as Marla watched. Debbie said" Big woman. I am just extroverted,, touchy-feely, huggy person. You are much taller than me , so this hug makes me feel very secure and cared for." It was really awkward.I'm bad at comforting people. I pulled away from the hug and walked away. I walked up the stairs to my room. . . . . TO BE CONTINUED
  2. After Ann left the living room, Ruth started slowly grinding on me, moving her hips, rubbing her face up and down my breasts. I told her to get off of me. She said, "Marcella. You are dressed in all this satin. I just can't resist. You are so massive and soft" She proceeded to hump me . She just kept going. I was totally paralyzed. I didn’t physically struggle. I just lied there and waited for it to be over. Ruth just kept dry humping me for like 10 minutes, than innkeeper Debbie and Marla walked into the living room, so she finally stopped, but she kept laying with the full weight of her body on top of me , resting her head on my breasts. Debbie and Marla sat on the indoor bench. Chubby red haired Marla said to me"Marcella you are cuddling on the sofa with Ruth with your shoes on and your blouse tucked into your skirt. You are such a strange woman" . . . Debbie sarcastically commented "So you two are cuddle buddies." . . "Marcella is my bed. She is so massive and soft. I am small and skinny. I could sleep on her comfortably. You are right, She is such a big woman." Ruth replied. Then she started talking about her sister. So for the next like 15 minutes she was laying with the full weight of her body on top of me , resting her head on my breasts, stroking my arms and sides with her hands while she was talking to Debbie and Marla. Then she said" I really need to urinate" and she finally got off me. She got up and went upstairs to her room. . . . . . TO BE CONTINUED
  3. Marlas rant shocked me. I was upset, so i asked Ann. "Is Marla right? She thinks thinks that i am just arrogant snob. What do you think? " "Don't listen to her." Ann replied" She is obviously jealous of you.Just look at her. You are everything that she is not. You are a sophisticated, elegant, attractive, tall woman. Also Ruth is jealous of you. She seems a deeply frustrated person. I think that she is seething with envy of you, and she wants to dominate you. She is subtly humiliating you in front of us. You are trapped here in this place. You are put in position where you can be dominated by her. Like i said by touching you under the pretext of her fondness for satin material she is asserting dominance over you. The whole fondness for satin thing is a scam. Believe it or not Debbie is a good person. I've been living here for over nine months with her. I know Debbie very well. She is a lesbian, so probably she is attracted too you. Debbie saw Ruth so openly rubbing you all over, so she started groping you. I understand that you are afraid to retaliate probably because you have not done so in the past. But it is important to take a stand for yourself and there is always first time. You will have to step out of your comfort zone because no one else here is going to do it for you. ". "Thank you Ann. I am much taller and bigger than Ruth and Debbie, i could have overpowered them. It was very bizarre and uncomfortable. I've never had a man treat me that way. If this were a guy I know the drill, I know how to react to that. It is just a really new and surprising experience that I've never personally dealt with before." I replied to Ann. The Ann started talking about her late husband. We talked for about half an hour. We talked about her experience and that she really loved her husband.It was just the two of us in the living room. Chubby red haired Marla and this skinny short wrinkled face thin lips green eyes gray haired masculine groper innkeeper Debbie were sitting at the table in the kitchen. This short ugly pale face creepy green eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut masculine satin toucher 53 year old woman Ruth was upstairs in her room. . I was sitting on the indoor bench, my back was killing me, so i asked Ann if we could change seats. She agreed, so i laid down on the sofa. Ann sat on the indoor bench. I was laying on my back on the sofa,talking to Ann, when this small creepy pale satin toucher Ruth walked into the living room. She said that she couldn't sleep because of the cold. She commented "Marcella, even laying down, your blouse is tucked into your skirt" I explained to her that I always prefer my blouses to be tucked in, because It makes the look neater and more polished. Then this small creepy pale satin toucher Ruth said "That shiny satin. This shinyness ooooh silky mmmmm. I know I’m invading your personal space but I just can’t help it. " Then she laid on me, her head landed on my breasts, she gave me this like laying down hug. She started stroking my left side and hip with her right hand, rubbing my right arm with her left hand. . "Marcella you are are like a comfortable soft bed with satin sheets. You are so massive and soft. This is good for you too. I am lighter than a feather. There are even weighted blankets to help people fall asleep or calm down. I am your weight blanket and having that pressure ironically relieves a lot of other pressure. Very similar to how a hug makes you feel good. " she said. She was light, but still the pressure of her lying on me kinda paralyzed me. I was pinned. At that point i kinda submitted to Ruth. So she was just laying with the full weight of her body on top of me , resting her head on my breasts, stroking my left side and hip with her right hand, rubbing my right arm with her left hand. . Ann got up and said "Marcella i am so disappointed" Than she went upstairs to her room. . . . . TO BE CONTINUED
  4. It was.Debbie and Ruth are the strangest and creepiest people i have ever met. It was a traumatazing experience for me. I am still so confused about what happened to me. I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the lucky ones that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before. This was my first time getting groped. I have an overwhelming amount of attention from men. As long as I remember….I've attracted men like crazy. Usually, it's always lust is why they are so drawn to me. But I have never been groped by a strange man. Probably because of my bitch resting face. When I have a blank expression people assume that I'm in a bad mood. I will finish my story. Just read my story to the end. You will be shocked.
  5. I went down the stairs. Ann the old woman and chubby red haired Marla were still sitting in the living room and this short ugly pale face creepy green eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut masculine satin toucher 53 year old woman Ruth was walking around the room. She walked up to me , just placed her both hands on my collar bones and started rubbing up and down my upper breasts n the most awkward way( her face was exactly the level of my breasts). She said to me "Marcella I just love to touch this shinyness ooooh silky mmmmm. It is not sexual at all.I know I’m invading your personal space but I just can’t help it. " Then she started talking about her bad luck in life. The whole time while we were talking she was patting my upper breasts with her both hands. We had the most awkward conversation, like really weird, long pauses. Then this weird small pale Ruth just lowered her both hands and started fully rubbing my breasts for a solid 5 minutes. I backed up and looked at her and she just kept rubbing. So fucking weird. She was patting and rubbing my breasts for like 5 minutes. She kept rubbing and feeling up my breasts while she was talking about her alcoholic father and her poverty which I didn't knew how to take. She just kept rubbing up and down my breasts with her both hands while she was explaining stuff to me. It was just awkward. I was just standing there stiff as a board while she was feeling up my boobs . Also my coat was over my shoulders(balancing a coat on your shoulders isn’t easy. Your shoulders must remain lifted, keeping the luxe fabric from slipping off and down your back.) I was just standing there kind of awkwardly letting it happen. Then she finally stopped rubbing my breasts and walked into the kitchen. I took my coat off, hung it on a coat hanger and walked towards the big living room chair. Marla was sitting on the indoor bench, so big living room chair was available. But Ruth physically stopped me from behind . She placed her hands on my sides. told me to stand still and proceeded to rub my back and ass with her left hand and rub my whole front side concentrating on my breasts with her right hand s, just rubbing all over . My mouth dropped open. I was in complete shock. . Ruth started talking about her issues " People call me ugly alot of the times, and also make jokes about my looks. Ever since i was 13 people always call me names. I think I'm ugly and you can tell me I'm beautiful but I won't believe it. There are so many odds against me but it doesn't change dealing with the feelings. And that's my problem. I'm so firm in my views and I don't know what to do. Since childhood I have suffered taunts about being poor, ugly,short and masculine. I suffered the worst bullying in high school, It was torture." She just kept rubbing my back and ass with her left hand and rubbing my whole front side concentrating on my breasts while she was talking. Ann and Marla seemed weirded out by Ruth's behaviour, but again they ignored that and said/did nothing as if nothing was happening. At one point this skinny short wrinkled face thin lips green eyes gray haired masculine touchy feely i innkeeper Debbie walked in the living room. She just stood there watching me getting rubbed all over by Ruth with kinda angry look on her face. Ruth just kept rubbing me all over with her both hands for like 10 minutes, while talking about her issues. Finally i stepped back and said “nooo..”. Ruth tried to guilt trip me by saying “aww, really??? Please?? I am harmless. Debbie is right. You are such a massive woman. You are physically stronger than me. This beautiful satin clothes are so tight on you because of your body type. You are so tall, big and soft. You are dressed in satin and I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. ” And we stood there staring at each other and i said, “this is uncomfortable....” and i sat in the big chair . Ruth sat on the indoor bench. . Chubby red haired Marla said to me " Why don't you just change your clothes? Ruth is drawn to you because of all that shiny satin." . ."I am wearing the only clothes I have. i was driving home from this women entrepreneurs conference ." i answered her. Innkeeper Debbie said to me "Big woman i cleaned the bathroom". Then she sat on the small sitting stool and started talking about her nonsense. We were trapped audience for . her rambling. She was talking non-stop, not allowing anyone to get a word for like 20 minutes. I got up and started walking around the room. Then Debbie the innkeeper finally stopped talking and got up. started walking behind me. I felt two hands squeezing my ass. I whipped my head around and it's Debbie giving me a shit-eating grin. I pulled her hands off me (admittedly, a bit rough), and firmly said, "No. Do not touch me."She said "sorry, big woman, I just couldn't resist." I turned back around and she started doing it AGAIN. I tried to move away from her a little bit but she kept rubbing and squeezing my ass with her both hands. I told her to please stop squeezing my butt and she told me I am overreacting and that she is just joking. She just kept squeezing my ass with her both hands. I turned around and told her that it is sexual assault. Then as she was standing in front of me she said to me " You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. Wow. Your breasts are sooo large." Then she just grabbed my breasts with her both hands and started squeezing them and jiggling them. I told her to quit squeezing my breasts but she just kept squeezing and jiggling them and said" I wonder why is it such an offense to grab yours boobs/buttcheeks. I mean, you could do that to me I don't see a problem. I am totally flat. My breasts are tiny. You have a large huge boobs so i like to grab them as a joke. We are all girls here. " . She just kept squeezing and jiggling my breasts. I finally pushed her hands away and told her stop which she eventually did after telling her three times to quit. Then she gave me a big, hearty slap on the butt and she walked to the kitchen. I just stood there totally confused. I felt humiliated. Pale creepy satin toucher Ruth got up and went up the stairs probably to her room. I sat on the indoor bench. Then Ann the old woman asked me " Are you bisexual or some kind of Exhibitionist? " "No. I am strictly heterosexual. I am STRICTLY hetero. I've never had any desire to do anything sexual with a female. I am a straight woman, I love men, simple! I'm confident that I'm straight and have always been attracted to men. I've never really had sexual thoughts about women. And i am not exhibitionist. I don't even know what that is. " i answered to her. "So why are you letting these two creeps to grope you? Ruth targeted you from the very beginning. Since Ruth was so openly rubbing you all over, Debbie started groping you. I know Debbie very well. She is a soft butch lesbian. I just met Ruth, but you can tell she is a weirdo. By touching you under the pretext of her fondness for satin material she is asserting dominance over you. The whole fondness for satin thing is a scam, and suggests that she thinks you are pretty damn stupid. " Ann said to me. . "But i told them both to stop. Ruth is so invasive and creepy. You are right. It seems as she targeted me from the very beginning. I am physically stronger than both Ruth and Debbie. Standing next to me they look like midgets but they are not intimidated by me. Why? Also to be honest they are both ugly, creepy and repulsive to me. Debbie looks like a short skinny ugly effeminate man. Ruth is soo creepy. As far as having intimacy with a woman? That's just something that I haven't done and will probably not do so. Im a straight woman never got turned on by a women. But i can't fight them. I am an extremely non-confrontational person. I am afraid of any kind of physical confrontation. I've never been in a fight. I was sucker punched one time in high school by a friend who incorrectly assumed I was talking crap about her but I was with a group of girl friends and chose not to fight back so I told her "let's handle it after school" but we were both pulled in to the office shortly afterwards and she was suspended. Nothing happened to me." I replied to Ann Chubby red haired Marla joined the conversation "Marcella you are not the victim. You arrogant, spoiled, stuck up, upper middle class snob. Ruth and Debbie are both fascinated with you. They are just showing appreciation for your height, curves and clothes. Just let them. You stupid cow. So you feel uncomfortable "slumming" with women who aren't as sophisticated,rich, gorgeous and worldly as you? Ego and arrogance at its best. They are touching you.So what. What do you expect with your huge boobs your big ass your flashy clothes? Ruth and Debbie are not physically threatening to you at all, and the chances that they could actually harm me are virtually nil." Than she got up and she went to the kitchen. . . . TO BE CONTINUED
  6. I walked into my room and realized it was very cold, so I turned the small space heater on. There was no tv and not even a small table or small light to read. I had to squat to pee because I didn't want to sit on that toilet seat. I tucked my blouse into my skirt ( I always prefer my blouses to be tucked in. It makes the look neater and more polished.) I spread my coat over the bed and i laid down on it. I didn't even took my shoes off, because the sheets were kinda dirty. I called my husband. I told him that i am fine , that i have to spent the night in that BNB because of the snow blizzard. The reception was really bad and we couldn't hear each other very clearly. We finished the conversation. " I was lying on the bed, just staring at the ceiling for like 10 minutes, when innkeeper Debbie walked into my room closed the door, sat on my bed on my left side, and said to me " big woman, do you have any complaints" I started complaining to her about the bathroom. She said "Big woman i will clean your bathroom." Then she grabbed my left hand with her left hand, and told me to relax. I just couldn't get my hand away. She started going on about how amazing she is at her job as BNB innkeeper (you couldn't make this shit up) and all this other nonsense. She started patting me on my left shoulder at points with her right hand, while she was talking about her job. Then it progressed to her touching my neck with her right hand in jest. The whole time she was holding my left hand with her left hand. I felt uncomfortable. After about 5 minutes of her rambling on, patting my shoulder, touching my neck, holding my hand, finally i pulled my hand out of her hand and said to her " Debbie I'll go downstairs. " . Then she got up and said"Okay big woman. Don't worry. I will clean the bathroom".Then i got up, i put my coat over my shoulders and i went downstairs. I left innkeeper Debbie in my room. . . TO BE CONTINUED
  7. I circled the room for like 5 minutes, than i sat on this small sitting stool. This older woman in her late 70s(her name was Ann) was half laying, half sitting on the sofa, this chubby red haired woman in her mid 40s (her name was Marla) was sitting in this big living room chair and this really short ugly pale face creepy green eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut masculine satin toucher woman in her mid 50s(her name was Ruth) was sitting on the indoor bench. There were no other chairs in that living room, I just didn't want to sit next to this creepy satin toucher pale small woman so i sat on the small sitting stool. So the four of us had a conversation about the conditions in that place. We were all complaining how shitty that BNB is. The old woman Ann told us that she has been living there for nine months. We were kinda shocked. She told us that her son lives in the area with his family, so he is paying the BNB owner for her to live there. She also told us that the innkeeper is not the owner, that she just works there. Ann said that this this skinny really short like wrinkled face thin lips green eyes gray haired masculine weird innkeeper woman is setting up reservations, checking guests in and out, cooking and serving breakfast and providing housekeeping services there. Ann said that Debbie( weird innkeeper) is doing everything herself. . Then this small creepy satin toucher pale Ruth started complaining about her life. . "I am unemployed and broke. I am 53 year old and I have always been poor. I don't want to die poor. I am practically homeless.About a year ago I had to move in my cousin's garage. A week ago i had a huge fight with his wife, so i had to move out. My cousin secretly gave me some money, just for food and gas. I am driving across the country to Oregon. My sister lives there. ". she told us. She just kept talking about her hard life. She was complaining about how shitty most people are to her.. The innkeeper Debbie walked into the living room. She was kinda circling the room. She walked from woman to woman, but she only stopped by my chair. She just stood right next to me while i was sitting. She just stood beside me. I got up and said to her " I insist for you to sit on this stool. I will be standing" She said "Don't be ridiculous big woman. I am fine. I will sit next to Ruth. You are such a good person. You are the tallest woman here. . We are all much shorter than you. You are towering . You are such a big woman." Innkeeper Debbie stood VERY close to me while she was talking , she put her face very close to my breasts(her face was exactly the level of my breasts) . I felt uncomfortable so i said "i just need to stretch my legs." But innkeeper Debbie said " I will walk with you big woman" She just linked her right arm in mine while we walked , and it was so uncomfortable. So we walked around the living room, her arm hooked on mine, for like 5 minutes. Than I pulled my arm out of her arm. Innkeeper Debbie sat on the indoor bench next to small creepy satin toucher pale Ruth. I just stood there listening to Ann talking about her son and his kids, then Ruth got up, walked up to me and started rubbing my back with her left hand and rubbing my upper left arm and shoulder with her right hand. I made an off-handed comment about how it IS, in fact, weird. But she just said “ Marcella I know I’m invading your personal space but I can’t help it. This satin material It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing.” and proceeded to rub my back with her left hand and rub my upper left arm and shoulder with her right hand for like 5 minutes, while i just stood there listening to Ann talking like nothing weird was happening. Ruth's story about being broke and living in her cousins garage made me feel sorry for her and I just unintentionally allowed her to rub me. I was feeling sorry for her and allowing it even though I was like wtf is happening. Innkeeper Debbie got up and walked fast to the kitchen. Ruth practically sat me on the indoor bench, she sat next to me on my left side placed her right hand on my back and started rubbing. I kept talking to old woman Ann and chubby red haired woman Marla like nothing weird was happening. They seemed weirded out by Ruth's behaviour, but they ignored that and said/did nothing as if nothing was happening. So Ruth spent ages rubbing my back all over with her right hand. I kept waiting for her to stop but she never did! I finally said “stop touching me Ruth!” She just shrugged and said “ Sorry I just can't help it !” Than she removed her hand from my back. About 5 minutes later i got up and said "i need to lie down.I will go to my room." I walked to the coat hanger, i put my coat over .my shoulders and i walked up the stairs to my room. . TO BE CONTINUED
  8. I am 5 ft 11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed(i have very large breasts) i can even carry a few extra pounds without looking tubby. I am 42 year old heterosexual married woman. My husband and I have been married for 14 years and have a 13 year old daughter! . I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. I am big woman. I am 5 ft 11 and being well endowed well built and curvy always on high heels makes me HUGE! But I love my height and my curvy stature. About a year ago I was at Costco with my daughter and this little boy pointed at me and said something like: "Gush mom, look at her, she is giant!!!" I don’t intend to dress in any particular ‘way’ for anyone. I just wear what I like. I wear clothes that fit me properly. Most of my outfit are pant and skirt suits, satin coats and satin and silk blouses. I am always on high heels and full make up on. If you are curvy, tall and busty, many clothes tend to look sexier on you than on a thin person. So things that fit properly that are relatively conservative can be suddenly too revealing and sexy when you put it on. This happens to me a lot. I wear almost always my blouses fully buttoned to the top combined with a pencil skirt or satin pants. I don’t wear anything vulgar but because of my body type anything i wear looks tight on me. Being tall and curvy draws attention on its own. This can be both positive and negative. I tower over plenty of men and women. I was sexualised from a very early age, and shamed for the way my body looks – something I have no control over. I can’t help how wide my hips grow or how big my breasts get. My mother used to shame me for the way my body looked. If I wanted to wear a skirt or dress, she always discouraged it, she always thought my skirt was ‘too short’ or ‘too tight’, or there was something wrong with my dress-sense. There’s always guys flirting or asking me for my number. When I go out in public guys start talking to me and subtly try to ask me out. I have trouble being mean so i cant get them to leave me alone. I end up getting stressed by it. The irony is that all this time I’ve been afraid of men, perceiving any touch as a sexual advance that I should fear – when really, it was a short, skinny older women I should have feared.. . About four months ago i was driving home from this women entrepreneurs conference . I was wearing my long black fur coat, a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top,black satin pencil skirt, sheer black pantyhose and 5 inch heels purple shoes. I had full make up on. it was snowing really hard. It was basically white out conditions. The wind was blowing so hard that it was coming through the door sills of my car, and with the heater running full blast it couldn't keep up with the snow on the windows and windshield.I began to panic. . As if by some good fortune, I saw this sign that read "Bed and Breakfast. It was 18.00 pm, by this point, there was probably close to 10" of snow on the road, My heavy eyes pleaded with me to stop. So I did. A single lamp outside lit the building. It was a two storey house. The front door was something that wouldn't look out of place in a row of terraced houses. I banged on the door and waited. The door creaked open and I was greeted by this skinny really short like 5ft3 tall wrinkled face thin lips green eyes gray haired masculine ugly woman in her mid 50s. . "Come in "she said, "you must be cold. I am the innkeeper" "Thank you," I replied, , "I hope I'm not intruding? "I really hope you have a room," I said. "Yes," she said smiling, "we have a room ." I went inside. There was a kitchen and a living room. Three women were sitting in the living room. One chubby red haired woman in her mid 40s, one older woman in her late 70s and this really short like 5 ft 2 ugly pale face creepy green eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut masculine woman in her mid 50s. This innkeeper woman said to me " Wow. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. " She was in flat shoes and i was on high heels, i am 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed , i was really like a giant standing beside this woman. ." She said to me. "You look tired. Let me show you to your room." "You have no idea how grateful I am," I said. "Follow me," she said, as she ascended the stairs. "Would you like me to make you a sandwich? I have eggs and ham?" "I don't want to put you out," I said, staying close behind her. "Nonsense, you are such big woman. You need to eat." " She opened the bedroom. "Please make yourself at home. None of the rooms have actual locks on them, but you are safe here. There is no heating . but we have this small space heater. I'll go make that sandwich. I'll see you downstairs whenever you're ready." "Thank you," I said. The bed smelled as though a homeless person slept in it for days. The bathroom had no towels, no soap, a half roll of toilet paper, and the wastepaper basket was lined with a supermarket shopping bag. Wallpaper was peeling off the ceiling the walls were dirty, and the sink was filthy. The bathtub was equally as dirty, and had some kind of rubber mat in it which was obviously moldy. Many of the light fixtures were missing bulbs. Ceiling, walls in the bedroom were cracked, and dirty.Anger filled me, I stormed down the stairs and realised I didn't know where to go. "In here, big woman," innkeeper woman said. I followed the voice, into a kitchen. "Almost finished," she said as she placed meat in between the pieces of bread. She finished placing the piece of bread on the top of the sandwich and turned around. She put the plate on this wooden table. She offered to take my coat. I handed her my coat, she hung it on a coat hanger. I sat on the kitchen table, but i changed my mind and i said to this innkeeper woman "I prefer to eat in my room", but this innkeeper woman insisted that I eat at the kitchen table . When I got up to go an get my bottled water she kept pushing me down to sit like if I was a naughty child trying to run away. After she saw that I just wanted to get the bottled water, she calmed down a bit. Then after i finished eating she came up close to me and put her both hands on my stomach and said "Big woman it was good wasn't it?" "Yes. It was good" I answered but I felt very uncomfortable when she touched me and got so close to me. It felt wrong. So i stepped back from this small old innkeeper woman. I turned my back on her and walked into the living room. I introduced myself to these three women there. This chubby red haired woman in her mid 40s asked me" Why are you so overdressed? You look so glammed up ". " I like dressing well, and looking presentable. I ’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too.All the time." I answered to her. Then i sat on this indoor bench next to this really short like 5 ft 2 ugly pale face creepy green eyes thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut masculine woman in her early 50s and started talking to these women about the weather. That was a big mistake. At one point, as she was sitting next to me on my left side this weird small pale woman just started stroking my back with her right hand and said to me "You have a beautiful blouse. you are so shiney. I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. I love this feel . The softness, the way that my hands and slips and slides on the fabric is out of this world. It is not sexual at all. I don't like to wear silk or satin clothes but I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing." She rubbed my back with her right hand while the four of us had a conversation for a FULL TEN MINUTES, just slowly rubbing all over it including the top of my butt. . That bothered me but I didn't know how to say to her don't touch me with out sounding rude. So this small creepy pale woman just kept rubbing my back with her right hand for like 10 minutes. It was awkward, i felt uncomfortable, so i finally got up and said "i just need to stretch my legs." This chubby red haired woman in her mid 40s said to me" Just take your shoes off. I wonder how can you walk on those 6inch shoes all the time ". " They are 5 inch. I don't want to take my shoes off. I love my shoes.I wear high heels every day too.All the time." I answered to her. I started circling the room.. TO BE CONTINUED
  9. I would like to see you again

  10. Thanks. You are right. The thighter the sexier. I'm confident that I look good in my clothes my style is "sexy but classy" I don't believe I have ever offended or embarrased myself or anyone with my wardrobe.I am a very classy woman and i would never dress in a cheap trashy way. I don't wear anything vulgar but because of my body type everything i wear looks tight on me. I am always in high heels with hair and makeup done. That's just who I am.I love dressing up, I've tried dressing down, but I always end up changing. I feel much better when I dress up and present myself as the best I can be.Dressing up makes me feel good because it makes me feel like i can do anything.I love my height and my curvy stature. If I am in a crowded room, I am a head above 95% of the people. I love my clothes and dressing up too. I have a more stylish sense of fashion. I never wear anything trashy, I keep myself well covered and strive for professionalism and class. I always like to dress on my best, because I also feel great when I’m dressed pretty. Once, i’d been to the hairdressers and was off to do a little shopping afterwards and the girl at the salon asked where i was going looking so glamorous – i said i was going shopping and she was like “really? You look so glammed up to be going shopping!” I don’t mind though, i’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too.All the time. I like dressing well, and looking presentable.
  11. My husband often tells me that certain clothes look too tight on me. I bought a new dress that looks better on me than anything I’ve worn in years, and when I put it on, he simply looked away with a pained expression on his face. Or, worse, he starts offering “ideas” about how I could “lose weight” and “tone up.” I love him, but this makes me want to leave him. We’ve built such a great life together. I don’t think I could actually do it. What I want is just for once to feel beautiful in his presence.My patience is now zero.
  12. Maybe you are right. I've told him how his comments make me feel, but he says he's just looking out for my health. He implies I'm fat (I'm not) and that he'd be completely turned off if I were to gain more weight.
  13. He even said to me "Why do you keep trying on clothes if you're never going to buy anything? You keep saying everything looks tight on you but the truth is that thin people (he meant women) don't need to try on clothing because they look good in everything. So maybe just lose weight before you go clothes shopping again. Your breasts are huge. When you sit down, they look even more enormous.I'm just motivating you to lose weight. Who else is going to tell you that you're fat? " You are right. I am not even remotely fat, but because of my body type anything i wear looks tight on me. I just wear what I like. I wear clothes that fit me properly.
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