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More Than a Handful: Big Beautiful Woman Erotica
More Than a Handful: Big Beautiful Woman Erotica
More Than a Handful: Big Beautiful Woman Erotica
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More Than a Handful: Big Beautiful Woman Erotica

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Johnny just wants to buy some pot, but has to wait with his dealer's ex-girlfriend. They're fighting, and Johnny is caught in the middle. But when the dealer leaves to go make the pick-up, Johnny is alone with the girl: a big, beautiful girl who wants some tenderness, and maybe more. Johnny loves the look of her beautiful face and round curves, and finds he may have picked up more than he planned! Definitely NSFW, 18+ erotic fun!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 27, 2014
ISBN9781311173195
More Than a Handful: Big Beautiful Woman Erotica
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Eliot Waistlin

Eliot Waistlin is a fiction-writing fool. He writes NSFW kinky erotica in a variety of genres, and insists that you read them all.

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    More Than a Handful - Eliot Waistlin

    More Than a Handful

    Big Beautiful Woman Erotica

    By Eliot Waistlin

    Copyright 2014, Eliot Waistlin. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This story is a work of fantasy. Always practice safe sex.

    Cover photo by Athena (https://www.pexels.com/@athena)

    More Than a Handful

    I bought weed from Kevin Dachauser four times. The first two times were through a 'friend of a friend' arrangement, meaning that I gave money to a friend and he got the pot from Kevin for me. After that I was considered 'okay,' and was taken to Kevin's apartment to buy from him directly.

    Kevin was small time. He was technically a drug dealer, living off the proceeds of a life of crime, but he was basically a stoner who sold eighths and quarter ounces of weed to other stoners. I knew I wasn't dealing with a hardened criminal when I met him. The guy they called 'Dick-house' because of his last name was an out-of-shape schlub who looked like he spent twenty-three and a half hours a day on the couch, and the other half hour trying to shit out orange poo that smelled like cheeze-puffs. There was no question I could take him in a fight.

    I was smoking a lot of weed. I was drinking beer and smoking pot most of the time, which was an expensive lifestyle for someone hanging on to the bottom of the economic food chain. I was writing erotica for a living, although the fact that I didn't give a flying fuck

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