Erotic Microfiction: Favorites

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Diggs was a breast man, plain and simple. He liked 'em big, but not too big, and firm. They had to be firm. He liked to plant his thick full lips square on to a woman's breasts and kiss them and kiss them and kiss them again. Over and over again.

There were ass men and leg men, to be sure. Not Diggs. He was a breast man. Give him a nice set of titties and he was in heaven. He thought about all the different women he'd been with, all the different breasts, all the slightly different shapes. Big was the one thing they had in common. He didn't go under a D-cup.

Women told him they liked the way he grabbed them, they liked that he didn't treat their bodies as if they were made out of glass or fragile. Breasts were the best Diggs though, pliable, squeezable, soft, once he got his large powerful hands on them he didn't want to let go. He loved watching the woman he was with tilt her head back, her mouth opening just so, to let out a moan of pleasure. He loved the way pert erect nipples felt under his fingers as he brushed his fingers across them. There was something to the way the skin and the areola came together, that boundary between the one and the other that Diggs loved tracing his tongue over.

"Two things in life you need son, air and pussy."

Diggs' dad had 27 kids. There were 18 different moms. Diggs never understood how some of the moms had been repeat customers. Diggs' dad didn't care much for women, but he loved him some pussy. If he could have had pussy, just pussy, if he'd been able to grow it somehow or make it himself, maybe order it over the Internet, without a woman attached, he'd have had it made. All he'd do would be to knock it out, day after day, after day.

Tessa shifted about in the sheets. It was still dark out but Diggs was up. He needed to shower. He needed to get ready for work. To look at him one expected him to be a model, tall, chiseled, with a jaw that looked like it had been drawn on for a comic book super hero. His bald head was sleek and smooth. The only thing that gave him away was his rough hands, hands that did work everyday, construction, big powerful, crooked hands with calluses, hands that had seen the world, helped shape it and been shaped by it.

Diggs stared at Tessa's hair, shoulder length, curly, all natural. Brown with blond highlights. She was tiny, compared to him. When she took him all the way inside her he was afraid he'd split her in two or something. But she just took over. That was a few years back now and he remembered it as if it had just happened. Those breasts, almost too big for her small frame, right there, where he could play with them, where he could bite them, where he could suck them. All the while, she dug in and rode him, rode him hard, rode him like there was no tomorrow.

"We only get one chance at life D." Tessa would say this, sometimes, after the sex, her voice trailing off in the distance as she finished as if she'd transported herself somewhere, far away.

She left fingernail scars in his back. When she bit him, she bit him hard. There was nothing about Tessa that wasn't intense. She wanted everything, to the last drop. When she took him in her hand and brought his dick to her lips he felt shivers go all over his body before she did anything, just remember the last time and the time before that. To the last drop.

Her first day back at work was today. He'd wanted to talk to her about it last night, he wasn't sure what he'd say, but he wanted to try. She just "hushed" him. She grabbed his hands, forced them on her chest and took him, right there, on the couch. It had been their first time in a while. They way she stared into his eyes. Diggs wouldn't forget it.

He showered. The hot water hitting his face felt good. If he'd waited another hour the complex's hot water would be all used up. He wasn't a morning person, not naturally, but he'd made himself into one simply because he loved hot water more than he loved sleeping in.

"You got to know the right time to leave 'em, to avoid too much drama. Goddamn they'll give you drama if you don't look out!"

Diggs' dad was the master of the good-bye. He was there one moment, all smiles and love and gone the next. It was his way. Love 'em and leave 'em and be gone to the next adventure. Diggs' mom wasn't the talkative type, at least about his dad.

"Your dad did what he did. He lived how he lived. Not much more there is to say, really."

The shower had to end, as all good things did. Diggs finished drying off and headed back to the bedroom. Tess still was lying on her side but he could tell she was awake.

"Do you love me?"

He stood in the door, admiring her perfect bare back, the way it made its way down to her hips and her beautiful, tight ass, and those short, but muscular legs. He could smell her, even across the room, even while working on a job site. He could feel his hands on her hips, wherever he was, whatever he was doing, as she bore down on him, working him harder and harder, staring at him the way she did, curly bangs falling down in front of her eyes, her eyes staring out form behind them like a tiger, looking through the tall grass.

"Of course I do T. I'm not going nowhere.."

She didn't cry. She never cried, least, not where he could see her. She was just still for a while. He thought about the time, a year ago, when it was getting serious, how he had her in the hall, up against the wall, and then the were in the living room, knocking a lamp over, and then, they were in the kitchen, using the kitchen table. She made him stop, just stop, right there in the middle of everything, to ask him, to ask him if he'd be there, no matter what.

He was pissed. He was confused. He didn't know what to say. Hell, he was moments away from coming all up inside her and here she was busting it, getting mad serious.

"Will you be there? No matter what?"

Those eyes. He stared into those eyes. He felt so much. His throat closed up.

"Yeah. I mean, yeah. Of course."

"No matter what?"

"No matter what."

The alarm went off. Tess stirred and stretched, like the cat she was. She'd been through a lot in life, Diggs wasn't going to be one other thing. He watched her stretch.

"First day back. I hope it's a good one baby." He walked across the room got on the bed behind her and kissed her neck. She reached out and grabbed his hand, led it to her chest, to the spot where her right breast had been. Then, she slowly rolled over, revealing that she no longer had her left breast either.

Diggs kissed her softly on the lips and took her all in. He brushed her curly bangs out of her face. He thought he saw the trace of a tear but he knew his T didn't cry. She was tough like that. So, he teared up for her instead.

Diggs. Diggs was a breast man.

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