What the Heart Wants

What the Heart Wants

I remember the first time we met. It was the first day of 11th grade, Mr. Grady’s second period Math class if memory serves. My family had relocated from the west coast over the summer to accommodate my Dad’s big promotion. I despised my new home but it got better once school started, in part because of Darlene. She walked right up on the very first day and introduced herself to the new kid in town. Before long I was just another guy in our circle of friends. One of the gang. Hell, Matt and Chad are my blood brothers to this very day.

I know Darlene crushed on me for a few years before giving up the ghost. She never did come out and say it but I knew she was interested. We never dated unless you count me taking her to the high school prom. She’d broken it off with the douchebag varsity quarterback and didn’t want to go alone. Knowing I was going solo, we struck up a deal to make a grand entrance and light the night on fire. She deserved a proper prom, so we went all out on a gown (already purchased for the d-bag), a tux, a limo, the whole nine yards. It was high school romantic as fuck. I think she even tried to kiss me during Stairway to Heaven, but my eyes were fixed elsewhere.

Truth is we were just friends. I was never really attracted to her in any other way. My friends thought I was bat-shit crazy for not taking a swing. Don’t kid yourself she was a looker for sure. Boys, and later men, would line up for days if they thought there was a snowball’s chance in hell she may be interested.

I could have had it all if I’d wanted it and I would have happily married Darlene if it weren’t for her skinny ass dumper. You see I like big butts, large and in charge just like the Sir Mix-A-Lot song. My baby’s gotta have back! I don’t judge or begrudge anyone for the body they were gifted. We all gotta be who we are but when it comes to the heart, it wants what it wants. Darlene had everything a guy could ever want except that badonkadonk booty!

The years have flown by since high school. Darlene and I have kept in contact and remain very good friends. She’s happily married with two wonderful children; I’m still searching for the elusive love of my life.

As sometimes happens when the kids come along, Mommy’s trunk fills up with all kinds of junk. When I look at her now my heart skips a beat and I get all weak in the knees. She ain’t never looked better than she does this very moment.

If I’d only known then what I know now…

Today’s Poll

Today’s Poll Question: A sexy butt really gets my engine revving?

No one is suggesting you’re superficial but we all have an eye for certain physical features we want to see in a potential partner. Today we ask if a robust booty gets the engine firing on all cylinders? If the badonkadonk doesn’t do it for you, let us know in the post comments what features a prospective lover must have.

Fandango’s Story Starter #42.
Prompt: I would have happily married Darlene if it weren’t for her…
Date: 2022-04-19 | Tags: #fss

Photo Credit: 1. Anchelle Photography | 2. Unknown | 3. Sarah Titus
Copyright 2022 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.


6 thoughts on “What the Heart Wants

    1. Gr8BigFun Post author

      Stairway to Heaven is a great song. It closed out every high school dance I ever attended. Slow and over seven minutes were the only criteria for a closer! It gave a teenage guy or gal time to build up the courage to slide their hands down onto some prime badonkadonk!

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    1. Gr8BigFun Post author

      When it comes to physical appearace/features I’m neither pro nor con on the big booty. I just like my ladies well proportioned. Nothing worse than the skinny girl with a giant butt or a bigger girl with no boobs. It’s all about balance for me. Lol.

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