He kept holding her as he caught his breath, his mind reeling from the intense orgasm. Juliet curled up into him, burying her head against his chest. “It’s a good thing I didn’t put my stuff in the guest room,” Dan commented, freeing Juliet’s hair from the bun she had twisted it into and letting it fall.
Juliet pulled back from his chest and gave him a slightly confused glance, a pleased smile still curving her lips. Dan grinned at her. “You don’t expect me to keep out of your bed at this point, do you?” Juliet laughed, kissing him briefly on the lips.
“There’s more room in my bed than on this couch,” she observed, stretching so every inch of her body pressed against him. Dan could feel himself getting hard again.
“Oooh,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair. “I can be very creative with space like that.” He turned over onto his back, pulling Juliet around to lie on top of him.
“For now, though, let’s see what we can do in this limited space.” He gave her a devilish grin and pushed his hips up into hers playfully.
A Private Yoga Lesson
by Inez Eaton
She continued to stare at her cell phone. Flabbergasted and surprised. Her throat felt like it had fallen into her stomach, and she felt her eyes begin to burn as they filled with tears.
It’s over, you’re just too fat.
The text message was simple and clear. She had been with Damian for five years, and had been convinced he was ‘the one’. She loved him, she would have done anything for him, and how dare he break up with her. Over a text message of all things! Not to mention his reasoning. Fat? She was fat?
Dana let out a scream to try and release the sick tension in her stomach. She flung the cell across the room, watching as its tiny plastic body bounced across the carpet and hit the wall in her living room. It remained fully intact, and gave a slight beep letting her known she had gotten an update. She screamed again, frustrated. When she picked it up again, the message would still be there to taunt her.
“What a dick!” she shouted, the tears now running down her face like they were in a race to reach her chin. She wasn’t sure how she should have felt. She was furious and angry, but also really sad and ready to fall into self-pity. She had loved him! How could he just end it? She hadn’t heard from him all week, perhaps this answered why.
Her stomach churned with an empty sick feeling. She wanted to puke. She wanted to knee her now ex in the crotch. She wanted to kiss him, force her tongue into his, and then force his face against her crotch. All the memories of the past year had started to filter into her mind so fast.
She would probably never have another memory with him again, oh how that thought made her depressed. She would never feel his large hands against her frame again, or his tongue as it penetrated her mouth. She would never laugh at one of his jokes again, and he would never again hold her when she was upset.
She was too fat. Ugly, and completely unlovable. She looked down at her stomach as she sat on the couch, immediately judging her body. Her large chest gave the appearance from where she sat that she really was just a fat disgusting slob.
Dana stood up and promptly ran across the room to the bathroom. She knelt down in front of the toilet. The acid burned as it rushed up her throat and spewed from her mouth. She cried even louder, screaming at her frustration. She then forced her fingers down her throat. The gag reflex caught and more disgusting acid made its way from her stomach. It sloshed in the toilet bowl, adding a sickening sound to the silence in the room.
Why had she done that? She had never had body issues before, and certainly wasn’t bulimic. It was because he called her fat, that's why. She had been with him for a year, loved him, adored him, of course his opinion mattered. She hated herself, hated her body!
She fell to one side and laid on the floor. The fuzzy bathroom carpet was soft against her face. Her eyes still burned, and tears ran from them, but she suddenly felt totally empty and void of all emotion. She stared without focus across the floor. The carpet was blue. She had bought it for herself, thinking it was the perfect addition to the bathroom. It had been a good day.
She and Damian had eaten lunch together before he went back to work. She then decided to look around the local store. She had been feeling so amazing and elated, she just wanted to walk around and feel her happiness swell inside her. She hadn’t been planning to buy anything, but this stupid carpet caught her eye.
It was soft as could be with long fibers that stuck up like fur. The feeling of it beneath her feet after a shower was always incredible and breathtaking. She began to focus on it. It was a beautiful sky blue. No, it seemed richer than the sky. The long fibers were pointed in every direction. Twisted fuzzy pieces of string.
Her breathing began to slow, and soon the tears had stopped. She felt numb. It took her a moment to get to her feet, and her stomach lurched in protest when she found her balance. She then caught her image in the giant mirror above the sink.
She was tall with long flowing hair that she had begun dying red back in high school, feeling her long dark brown hair didn’t match her personality enough. The red never came out very bright, but it added a pretty auburn to her locks when the sun hit them. Her face was pretty too, she thought.
Her nose was a bit long maybe, thanks to an Italian heritage, but it gave lovely definition to her face. Her lips were a bit thinner than she liked them to be, but they were naturally rosy and she eventually came to love her smile.
Her full cheeks were red, and eyes blood shot from crying, but overall her natural beautiful came through. Her irises were a striking brown and seemed to play off the color of her hair.
She knew she wasn’t bad looking. But the more the she stared, the more she hated her face. Damian didn’t like it after all.
The length of the mirror showed to the bottom of her waist. She wore a cute light pink summer dress that cut off mid-thigh. Her arms looked a bit flabby and her breasts were huge. Ever since she began puberty the monstrous things had grown to an unmanageable size.
She had just reached an F cup, and found it so frustrating to buy bras online. She grabbed a breast in each hand feeling their entire weight in her palms. She lifted them up and took a moment to stare at her stomach. It was a bit loose and could certainly use some toning, but she had never thought of herself as fat. She hated taking her clothes off, her pudgy stomach sagged and her boobs drooped a bit too low for her liking.
Then there was the slight fat rolls on her hips and thighs. She scoffed as she looked at them. She pitched at the fat, as if she could pull it from her bones. She turned around to look at her butt in the mirror.
God, it’s huge! She thought, grabbing an ass cheek with each hand.
She wasn’t unattractive, nor was she really fat. Sure, she could have used some toning here and there and tighten her muscles and cut off a bit; but nothing was really wrong with her. These thoughts began to occur to her as she continued to stare into the mirror. She knew they were true; she had nothing to feel self-conscious or loathing about.
She shook her head furiously, whipping her arms with her hair. She didn’t want to believe that. Damian didn’t believe it. He broke up with her because she was fat, and probably because she was hideous. She must have been pretty unlovable and unattractive if he felt she only deserved a text.
Her eyes began to fill with tears again, and she felt her throat drop into her stomach again. She quickly told herself she was ugly, disgusting and that she’d be better off dead.