Author Archives: Robyn

Robyn Eats Everything simply loves having things in their mouth; from nipples and genitals to scotch eggs and Wispa Golds. They encapsulate all the very best of words beginning with P: plus-size, polyamorous, pansexual, and pleasingly pornographic. Robyn has been writing and showing-off since they were a teenager and, having matured into a 30-something highly-sexed exhibitionist possessing very little shame, started their blog as an outlet when even their very liberal friends became too scandalised to listen to any more graphic tales about their sex life. They take enormous pride in being gloriously lewd, inclusive, and queer in their writing and everyday life. As a plus-size goddess with a profound eating disorder and body dysmorphia, Robyn writes from the perspective of a fat person who loves porn, casual sex, and dating. Their aims are to represent the realities of eating disorders, smash the stigma surrounding fat people having sex and thoroughly enjoying themselves, and promote larger bodies being seen as sexual without being fetishized. When they're not writing, Robyn enjoys sleeping, going on hotel mini-breaks, and titting about on Twitter @robyneats. You can read more of their work at robyneatseverything.com

The pictures I send lovers

This gorgeous piece is written and read by Robyn of Robyn Eats Everything. 

Do you want a photo of me? Do you want a shot of my body, my face, my expression as I climax? Do you want something to look at while you’re alone, desperately wishing I was there with you? Do you want something to help you imagine touching me anywhere you want to? Do you want my body to be all yours, right there in your hand? Do you want a photo of me to wank off to, darling?

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Who’s there? A first date hookup and a shadow

This fabulous first date hookup story is by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything, and is read here by Girl on the Net. 

The pub was closing early. The two members of staff were busying themselves behind the bar and every glance in our direction was a plea for us to leave so they could go home. You told me you didn’t want the night to end here; there’d been laughter and anticipatory touches and plenty of eye-fucking across the table as I suggestively sipped my drink through a straw. As a first date, it was perfect. We reluctantly untangled our hands from each others’ across the table and said our goodbyes to the bar.

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