Life in the Fat Lane: Vegas
In about three months I’ll be heading to Vegas for my bi-annual visit to the land of parched plastic Barbies and buffets. It always amazes me that a city that is known for it’s surgically enhanced showgirls, it’s tanned and toned valets and a myriad of Hollywood hangers-on was also recently named the ‘Fattest City in America” by Men’s Fitness Magazine. Fertile ground for a tried and true BBW lover like me. And where better to feed my need than at one of the many buffets up and down the strip!!
One of the best things about coming to Vegas in the summer is the lack of clothing. Yes even the most modest of women cannot deal with the 120 degree weather and roam freely around town in shorts and sleeveless tops. Women have the right to BARE arms!! And to my great pleasure, thighs. I love the folds of fat on a woman’s inner thigh. I call them “hawg maws” for lack of a better technical word. I know you’ve seen them handing down below the Bermudas. When at the pool you can see them smoothed down the leg but when the said beautiful woman stands up, all sweaty, oily and heading to the bar for her next Margarita, those same folds flow down her leg like drifts of snow, lapping one onto another as she makes her way to the bar. Now if only she’d lose that ugly skirted one piece and let the belly show.
Luckily I have a nice pair of wrap around Foster Grants and only 91 more days to go before Vegas.
