Her Wounded Soldier: A BBW Erotica

When Maryann took a job in rural Pennsylvania, she had no idea how lonely it would be. Working a 9-5 job, living in a motel, and with little to no chance of romance entering her life, she hides her loneliness within her own fantasies. That is, until she meets Jason. Back home from the war, his leg badly wounded, he too has been scarred. Can these two heal each other's wounds?

This 12,000 word erotic romance/erotica features a BBW main character, men in uniform, a military man, and several steamy sex scenes and is therefore intended for ADULTS ONLY (18+).

Excerpts:

"As she laid there in bed, she realized how long it had been since she had been sexually satisfied. She was wearing her “comfy” underwear, and she looked down, almost ashamed at how un-sexy they were. Still, it’s not like she had anyone to admire her underwear. Watching the main character on the screen, running shirtless on the beach to catch his love, she began to imagine what it might be like to touch his chiseled abs. As Maryann thought about the ridges on his stomach, without thinking she reaching down and began to touch herself. She paused for a moment, and then decided to get totally naked. If you were going to fantasize, you might as well do it the right way"

"The shower temperature was finally at the level that she liked it most, and Maryann stepped in to its warm embrace. The water streamed down her face and body, and she grabbed some shampoo and started to wash her hair. She started thinking about the fantasy she had the night before. What would it be like to have a man wash her body in the shower? She had never taken a shower with anyone else before. Maybe it would be embarrassing… but on second thought no, it would probably just be romantic. She washed the soap out of her hair and it cascaded down her curvy body. It made her blush a little when she thought about who she had chosen to fantasize about. Jason, her coworker’s nephew. He was an injured soldier home from the war, and he seemed like a fairly nice guy. He definitely had beautiful eyes and a great smile. And he could tell a good story it seemed. She wondered what rested beneath those eyes. What kind of person was he? Was he serious? Did he joke around a lot? She didn't even really speak to him at all. Why did he keep popping into her head? And why could she feel this tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach every time he did? She noticed that she had become slightly aroused thinking about him. She wished he was in the shower with her right at that moment. She wished that his arms were wrapped around her waist, and that he was kissing her neck."