He Makes Me
Plus-sized beauty Keisha Wallace has the career, the respect and the money. From the outside, her life is perfect. But she knows that a woman can’t feel like a woman without a good man. Built, toned and successful, Kwame fits the bill. But can she get out of her own way long enough to have him? Perhaps, if he makes her. More
‘HE MAKES ME’ is the latest release from international bestselling author Alex Anders and is for those who love short stories where full-figured women, not only get their gorgeous guys, but are dominated by an alpha male.
What if you found the perfect guy, but he had one room in his home that he refused to let you in? Gabby Wallace didn’t have to imagine because Kwame Cross was her perfect guy. She was a smart executive and he was a successful entrepreneur. She loved his gorgeous, rippling body, and he loved her real-woman curves. Everything was perfect between them except for that one room.
Gabby had found Kwame at the appetizer table at a business conference. His sexual allure was inescapable. And thousands of miles from home, she shut off her ‘good girl’ filter and followed him back to his room. Their steamy fun made her body quiver.
“Wait, you live in Atlanta too?” Gabby asked with surprise.
Gabby couldn’t believe it. She had traveled thousands of miles to meet the guy down the street.
Back home, dating him was fantastic. And when he cooked for her, it was like he could do no wrong. So, why the one locked door?
“No,” she decided. “This can’t work.”
Gabby needed in and she wouldn’t settle for less. It was over between the two of them until she got a late night call. He would let her in. But, what would she find? Was the way he dominated her writhing body a clue? And once he opened the door, would she still love him? Gabby would soon find out.
*Please note that this story contains very explicit descriptions of erotic and sexual situations written for extreme genital arousal which will lead to self-pleasure. Mature readers only.
African American, Full figured, curves, bdsm, spanking, female submission, domination, BBW
The next time that Keisha heard from Kwame was while she was at the gym. Keisha wasn’t really a gym type of girl, but she was the type of girl that had a gym membership. And considering Kwame’s body, she was also the type of girl to go to the gym dressed as cute as she could be in the hopes of running into someone who lived in the neighbor and had to spend much of his time there. And although she did more TV watching than bicycle spinning, she was also the type of girl to mention that she was at the gym when talking to the hot guy that called her.
Over the phone, Kwame suggested that they meet at his place for dinner. He offered to cook. Keisha couldn’t imagine anything hotter. He would feed her while also giving her access to his medicine cabinets, clothes closets and fridge. It not like she was planning on going through those things looking for “evidence”, but if she happened to find an open cupboard… Ah, let’s be real, she was planning on going through his stuff.
Keisha never considered herself to be a nosy girl, but her life had been tough. Trust did not come easy to her. Yes, she had known her share of bad men, but she had to admit that it went deeper than that. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but somewhere she had been taught, ‘trust, but verify’. Did this make her a bad person? No. This made her a person. And if he wanted to be a person that was involved with her, this is what had to happen.
Of course, she wasn’t going to tell him that she was going to go through his stuff. She wasn’t rude. She was going to just let what would happen naturally, happen. If she “naturally” had to make sure that he was “naturally” distracted in the kitchen while she riffled through his stuff, well, that was what was going to be what happened.