Bear Bones Books returns with a new erotica title: The Biggest Lover, a collection of steamy tales for big-boned chubs and bears, and their admirers. The first anthology of its kind, it features twenty-one stories from a diverse range of writers. It has taken too long for an erotica anthology to feature such men. As Girth & Mirth founding father Reed Wilgoren stated, “Just as people are coming out every day—men and women realizing their sexuality—new Bears and new Chubbies and new chasers are also evolving in the world. There have to be people waiting to embrace them and show them the way, much as who helped me to become what I am and who I am today.” It is our hope that readers who felt denied of attention and affection will read these stories and realize that love has no weight limit, no threshold, and neither should self-esteem.
An excerpt from 'A Slice of Pi' by 'Nathan Burgoine:
“Closing time.”
I blinked, feeling topology equations flit around in my head. Bill was standing over me, a small smile on his face. His eyes struck me again—so dark. His short beard had flecks of red in it.
I wondered if he’d taste like cinnamon. Then it hit me what he’d said.
“Oh!” I checked the clock behind the diner’s counter. It was Tuesday, and I’d been here since midnight. It was just past four. “Sorry! Let me get my shit together. I didn’t realize what time it was.” I started grabbing my mess of papers.
“’Sokay,” he said, in his lovely drawl. “I’ll clean up around you first. I already got the grill done.”
I’d been really lost in my work. “I get sort of…focused.”
“I noticed,” he said.
I gathered my stuff, trying not to stare too obviously. He’d taken the apron off. The width of his chest was all the more obvious.
By the time I got myself organized, he was almost ready to go. He had his back to me, and I got to the front door. I took a deep breath.
“Listen,” I said, and he turned. His eyes did their usual slap-across-my-brain and I faltered.
He raised one eyebrow.
“Closing time.”
I blinked, feeling topology equations flit around in my head. Bill was standing over me, a small smile on his face. His eyes struck me again—so dark. His short beard had flecks of red in it.
I wondered if he’d taste like cinnamon. Then it hit me what he’d said.
“Oh!” I checked the clock behind the diner’s counter. It was Tuesday, and I’d been here since midnight. It was just past four. “Sorry! Let me get my shit together. I didn’t realize what time it was.” I started grabbing my mess of papers.
“’Sokay,” he said, in his lovely drawl. “I’ll clean up around you first. I already got the grill done.”
I’d been really lost in my work. “I get sort of…focused.”
“I noticed,” he said.
I gathered my stuff, trying not to stare too obviously. He’d taken the apron off. The width of his chest was all the more obvious.
By the time I got myself organized, he was almost ready to go. He had his back to me, and I got to the front door. I took a deep breath.
“Listen,” I said, and he turned. His eyes did their usual slap-across-my-brain and I faltered.
He raised one eyebrow.
The Biggest Lover is out now from Lethe Press/Bear Bones Books. Click here to buy.
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