Return to Sender (Curves for Her Soldier‪)‬

Marcus has been taught never to share his feelings with anyone, it made you weak. Yet over the last few months he had managed to open up to Christie, and now he has a written a letter asking her to meet him when he returns.


Just one problem it gets "Returned To Sender".


Christie cannot believe the man she has corresponded with for the last few months would suddenly stop writing. It's bad enough that men don't fall for her curvaceous body when they meet her, but to be let down by someone who has never even set eyes on her voluptuous body, well, that's just too much!


After an argument with her friend, Christie settles down for an evening in with a movie, and chocolate. But a knock at her door brings her face to face with her soldier, can their relationship blossom, or will it die?


Warning: This 10,000 word short story contains scenes of an adult nature between a curvy insecure woman and a fit, handsome soldier who has been serving abroad for months, and needs to release some pent up tension. For adults only.


Excerpt: “I don’t understand, if you are Christie, then who sent the letter back to me?” His voice sounded guarded. “Listen I’ve come a long way, I don’t want to play games, I thought you were different than that.”

“Marcus, I assure you, I am not playing games. Why don’t you come in and we can talk?” She stepped back to allow him into her apartment, it was at that moment she realised how she must look. She wore old comfy clothes that did nothing for her fuller figure, and she had removed every scrap of make up earlier. She dragged her hand through her hair and looked at him apologetically, “You'll have to excuse me, I wasn’t expecting guests.”

His eyes raked over her clothes, lingering a little long on her large breasts, which made Christie squirm inside. “You look just fine to me, Christie.”

He brushed against her as he entered her apartment, she was pretty sure it was done on purpose. For a moment she thought she ought to pinch herself, surely she had fallen asleep in front of the movie, and this hunk was really a dream.

“Are you going to close the door?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Yes...of course,” she said shutting it quickly.

“Don’t worry, Christie, you are quite safe with me.” He said, although his eyes said otherwise.

“Yes, well I know that, you are a soldier after all,” she said, struggling with the effect he had on her.

“Yes, I am, and soldiers are very capable.” The implication contained in his words not helping Christie’s state of mind.

She felt all flustered, and blushed, he had the same warm sense of humour that had come across in his letters. Her legs felt a little shaky, this was real, he was actually here, she had fantasised about their meeting for the first time for so long. She wondered if reality would end up like her fantasies always did, with them both in bed.