I had broken up with my fiancee. In the months that followed I gained about 20 pounds. Mentally, I was not feeling very good about life, and the weight gain I was not happy with.
I went to an engagement party of a friend at a bar. Met one of her fiancee's friends, who I had met numerous times prior when I was engage. We went on a few of dates. I was self conscious about my weight and because of that and my breakup, was a bit hesitant with getting intimate with him.
We were at a fireworks display and I was leaning back into him between his spread legs. We had a blanket over us. He ran his hand along my sides, then down to the hem and under my shirt on my stomach. I tensed up. He sensed it. He whispered in my ear, "You're so much more beautiful than before." I asked him what he meant by that. He said, "You were too skinny, I find you sexy as hell with these beautiful curves. I could just devour you, you're so f*cking sexy now."
He devoured me that night.
One of the more forward comments I had was when I was sitting with my sister and some of her friends at a downtown bar. A guy walks up to the table and asks me to dance. I did. Out on the dance floor it went from a fast song to a slow song. I thanked him and I went back to the table. A few minutes later he comes over and asks if he can buy us all a round of drinks. We decline. He says to me, "You know, I'm going to be straight up with you. Watching you dance out there, baby I was imagining doing things to you that your mother would slap me for, and your father would have me killed for. You game for some of that?" My sister took her drink and threw it at him - glass and all.