If you read the first part of "A Choking Past" here is the second part.
Her nakedness did nothing to protect her from the cool air and as the goosebumps began to form, she returned to her chamber and drifted off once more.
The birds were singing, her alarm was ringing, twenty minutes had passed before she finally found the energy to shut it off.
She let out a slow moan as she got up, grabbing a cigarette before heading off to the shower. She would have to rush this morning though it would only mean she would wear her long golden hair up today. The thought of cutting it had often crossed her mind, but it was always put off for another time.
The cool water felt good as it fell softly compared to the rain in her dreams. She lathered her body quickly aware of the extra pounds she had put on since her move. This bothered her as she was fat as a teenager and when she finally slimmed down she remained obsessive about her body weight. Though it was only her curves that increased, that she could live with to a certain degree. She was large breasted and the added weight made her feel vulnerable to men's scrutiny. Her long legs were her best feature but remnants of childhood self-consciousness about her body weight made her reluctant to reveal them. As a result she wore too conservative clothes. Her legs were never bared. She never wore anything above the knees for a mini-skirt worn at 16 resulted in an ass whipping from her father and that was it. Her stomach protruded slightly though to her this was a motherly quality; at least that's what a fellow once told her, and she accepted this. She was not an overly beautiful girl, but there was an innocense about her smile and mannerism that attracted all people. With the addition of a little make-up and a nice hair style she could attract any man with little effort. She was sure of her self in appearance -- it was her soul she doubted.
Her nakedness did nothing to protect her from the cool air and as the goosebumps began to form, she returned to her chamber and drifted off once more.
The birds were singing, her alarm was ringing, twenty minutes had passed before she finally found the energy to shut it off.
She let out a slow moan as she got up, grabbing a cigarette before heading off to the shower. She would have to rush this morning though it would only mean she would wear her long golden hair up today. The thought of cutting it had often crossed her mind, but it was always put off for another time.
The cool water felt good as it fell softly compared to the rain in her dreams. She lathered her body quickly aware of the extra pounds she had put on since her move. This bothered her as she was fat as a teenager and when she finally slimmed down she remained obsessive about her body weight. Though it was only her curves that increased, that she could live with to a certain degree. She was large breasted and the added weight made her feel vulnerable to men's scrutiny. Her long legs were her best feature but remnants of childhood self-consciousness about her body weight made her reluctant to reveal them. As a result she wore too conservative clothes. Her legs were never bared. She never wore anything above the knees for a mini-skirt worn at 16 resulted in an ass whipping from her father and that was it. Her stomach protruded slightly though to her this was a motherly quality; at least that's what a fellow once told her, and she accepted this. She was not an overly beautiful girl, but there was an innocense about her smile and mannerism that attracted all people. With the addition of a little make-up and a nice hair style she could attract any man with little effort. She was sure of her self in appearance -- it was her soul she doubted.
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