I first set eyes on Norma about a year and a half ago. I never said anything to her at the time, I just stared in amazement at how graceful an overweight chica could look in a light-colored flower dress with high heels, especially carrying the added girth around her midsection. That didn't bother me.

If you don't know by now, I'm deeply attracted to overweight women. I have been for as long as I can remember. I don't like thin chicas. I find some attractive, but most just don't do it for me. Hey, call it what you want. Maybe it's psychological. Maybe I'm intimidated by some of their exquisite beauty.

I'll admit, I've gone limp many times in the presence of a TJ "spinner." That's not a pleasant feeling, especially after paying out $50 or $60 bucks. Go ahead. Laugh if you must, but there's not one member of this board who doesn't have a same or similar sexual kink. The only difference is, I admit it. I'm attracted to fat women.

Okay, now that we've got that out of the way, I will never forget our first meeting. It was kind-of unique in a strange sort of way, in the sense that it was very memorable for the lonesome wandering monger such as yours truly, Master Bates.

I had a lot on my mind that night. I was once again looking for love in all the wrong places. (Yeah, yeah. I know. We've all seen this movie before, right? Spare me the fucking lecture) Scouting Tijuana whore houses for the perfect permanent mistress is always a losing battle. Who knows, maybe someday I'll get lucky (again).

But there again, maybe someday my chubby lonesome princess will glide across the floor and throw herself into my arms thereby sending me crashing to the floor on my back as a result of her added poundage. Yes, we play a dangerous game, don't we? We all want the same thing. We're all secretly searching for someone south of the border we can proudly call our own.

Why do you think I mostly travel to Tijuana with a trip buddy? I want reassurance that I'm doing the right thing. We're both down there for the same reason-and for the same goal. I've lost this war so many times. But what the hell...I'll try again I thought.

This particular night I had just had a very bad sexual experience with an SG (can't remember who) and decided to wander into the Las Chavelas Bar to nurse a few brews and drown my sorrows over once again rolling the dice and coming up a loser over a bad choice in Street Girl sex.

The SG in question was nothing to write home about. Sure, she was tiny and trim. Cute, long black hair, pretty smile, petite-very petite in fact. But a professional bitch with a bad attitude. All I remember at the time was "Vamos, me tengo que irr." (Hurry up, I've got to go) God, I wasn't on the dirty cum-stained bed for not more than ten minutes (literally) when she told me time's up. All I wanted to do was jack off on her perky little tits while she sat down on the toilet seat and played with her nipples.

That wasn't too much to ask was it? After all, how many of you mongers can dream up even more weird kinky unusual sexual desires? How many times a day are these SG's approached by middle-aged lonely perverts from the U.S. with the most bizarre request?

This sexual melodrama was to be played out in the Eduardo Hotel, which is across the street from the rear entrance of the Las Cascadas Hotel. Oh, and speaking of rear entrance, I threw another $10 down on the table for this fucking SG to enter her back door, making it $30 total, but she sternly declined.

I didn't even get off. The mattress was stained, the towels were wet and torn, the floor was dirty and they used bed sheets for drapes to cover the windows. What kind of romantic mood are we supposed to be under, when trying to win over a scowling SG?

Back to Norma. I remember it well. Our first meeting, that is. It was on a cold late Februrary evening. The fog had settled in from the ocean area, giving the city of Tijuana a "blanketed" effect of obscurity. I also remember pushing open the heavy maroon drapes at the door and being suddenly surrounded by two hard-sell pushy waiters. They must have got their "training" at the Tropical Bar across the street.

I casually walked in as my eyes scouted the interior of the establishment. A dance show was going on in the center stage. The flashing stage lights were blinding for a moment. It was a good night for the LC, meaning it was full of chicas. Most were seated at tables near the center stage together in little groups. Some glanced over at me as I walked in. Others stared at me for a few seconds. Some even managed a smile. But I wasn't there to get laid. I was there to sit in the corner somewhere and get quietly drunk while at the same time feeling sorry for myself.

I walked to the bar and ordered a Tecate can. My eyes swept the smoke-filled bar once again just in case I'd missed anything. As the bartender handed me my change, a chica sitting on the barstool next to me suddenly nudged my arm (possibly on purpose) as if to get my attention. I took a step back and apologized for bumping her.

It was at that heated passionate moment when our eyes met. It was the same chica I once remember seeing at the Las Chavelas before, on and off. I could never quite get to know her or introduce myself because she was always busy either with other friends or some "John" who was feeding her ficha drinks like they were going to drink the house dry.

This time she was alone. This time it was my turn. Now I finally got to get a good look at this "rotund" beauty up close. How could I have missed her? I certainly didn't notice her sitting on the barstool when I first walked into the LC. After all, her huge ass was smothering the seat that I thought she was standing up!

At the time Norma was wearing a bluish purple flower dress with pink pettles as a design. It was one of those dresses that aren't usually sold in regular boutiques in shopping malls. No, because of her size, she had obviously ordered her specially made dress size from an "outsize" womens' catalogue. Her hair was shoulder-length, thick and black. Her brown puppy dog eyes would gaze at me as if to tell me, "Take me, I'm yours." And believe me, I wanted to.

What a pig, I thought. She smiled and introduced herself. She said she was from Mexicali. Ah, this explains the sudden excursions to and from her home town every so often. The bus to and from TJ to Mexicali is cheap. That's why she wasn't always a regular working girl at the LC.

I bought her a drink and we began to talk business. $50 was her going price. I negotiated down to $40 and she agreed. upstairs we went. As we passed the reception desk at the Las Cascadas Hotel, I always somehow get the same Goddamn stares and a certain silent treatment from the hotel staff who:
a) probably wonder if I've had to much to drink,
b) Wonder if I'm taking this chubby chica upstairs mainly out of pity,
c) are secretly concerned about the stable structure of the bed frame.

When we got to the first floor, Norma told me she couldn't walk that much further, so I took her along the hallway to the elevators to complete the journey. This particular night, my hotel room was on the fifth floor.

It was only a matter of minutes before the elevator began heaving and straining on the pully wheels thus hoisting this heavenly big beauty to my humble temporary abode up on the fifth floor of the hotel. So far, so good. When we got inside the room we just held each other for a few minutes. I smiled at my catch. I got a better look at her under a different light.

Her huge sagging breasts seemed to be busting out of her dress. Her flabby arms and thick chunky thighs were covered in cellulite. Although a little on the heavy side, her double chin complimented her facial structure. She had side handles which tightened her dress at the waist. What a big girl. She probably weighed 220 pounds. No problem there.

As she disrobed, she began hugging and carressing me, massaging my back and running her finger nails up and down my spine. Yes, she was GFE from the beginning. I'd made a wonderful choice. Her panties were the biggest size panties I had ever seen on any woman. Where did she get them? How did she get them? From Rent-A-Tent? Who really cares, right?

She was lonely, so was I. I was alone with her and that's all that mattered. Okay, I know as you can see by her photos she's not much to look at. I know she has the face that looks like she's been hit head on by an Amtrak train! But what the hell....she provided it all-DFK, BBBJ, different positions, absolute total 100% GFE, showered before and after.

After we did the deed, we just lay there together on the bed soaking in sweat holding each other as we talked about many things. She told me nobody asks her upstairs much so she just relies mostly on ficha drinks to survive.

Norma is defintely girlfriend material. Sweet, loving affectionate and warm. There was no rush, no time limit, no hint of leaving in a hurry. Oh, and she came twice also. I've been back a couple of times since then to seek out my weight-challenged bouncing beauty, but since that one time she's M.I.A.

I haven't given up. She comes and goes. Last I heard, she's working the cantinas in Mexicali. Maybe some mongers there can give us an update, that's if they dare to go where no man but Master Bates has gone before! She loved to pose for the camera, but as you can see, was quite hesitant in full frontal nudity.

Will definitely repeat if and when I find her again. Will definitely give up mongering only to have this rotund chica provide all the necessary services on a permanent basis. Oh, if only that were true.

Regards,

Master Bates.

Additional photos
Photos: Norma 2 Norma 3

Bravo. Thank you taking the time to write this pithy insight into your life, and remembering to document your experiences with photos. Nothing tells the truth better than a picture.

This board needs more people like you MasterBates. If not to round out the membership, then at least to make me feel better about myself.

DeeG

I would jump to my death if thats what I was reduced to in my life and the sad thing is you actually paid her?
MB we gotta get you back on course here. You are into big women thats fien but they should be paying you!

MasterBates. God bless you. You must be a direct decendant of Peter Paul Reubens.

MasterBates

As an occasional fan of large ladies, I admire your candor. Also, got a bit of spam today that cracked me up. The subject line was:

RE:Sandy seeking young soulmate whale

Looks like they have my number!