I thought I knew exactly what I wanted in my sex life until a few months ago.

Our office was given a new manager, who was just unbelievable. We soon nicknamed him Kong, since he’s about six-foot-five, 275 pounds and covered with black body hair. He was handsome in an ugly kind of way and was a total chauvinist.

Kong asked me out a few times, but I always said no. My taste runs to the more gentlemanly type of man, usually on the smaller side. I’m a big five-foot-eleven with 44-inch breasts and a tiny waist. The guys at work call me BB for Big Blonde. One Friday when Kong and I were the only people left in the office, he asked if I’d go have a drink with him before we called it a day. He’d been staring at my boobs all day (I never wear a bra.), and I thought that I might play with him a little. We had a couple of scotches at... Read More