“I love this place right here,” I told my spouse. My hand was on his chest–we were naked, and he was standing by the bed. “What is this? Is this your clavicle…?”
“This is my manubrium,” he said. I touched it gently. It sticks out a little bit, prominent. Feels trustworthy.
“Oh, yeah. Your clavicles are up here.” I touched his clavicles, closer to his neck.
“It’s part of the sternum,” he said. I touched the length of his sternum, tender toward him.
“Do I have a manubrium?” I asked. I touched my own chest, trying to find it.
“Yeah, it’s right here,” he said. He touched that place on me.
“I can’t feel it,” I said. “It’s not like yours. Maybe because I’m fat, it’s harder to feel.”
His chest is very smooth. He grows a little hair by each nipple. His skin is gorgeous and soft. I touch it with so much happiness.
“I used to be way fatter than you, but now I’m only somewhat fatter than you,” I said.
He nodded.
“Do you identify as fat, politically?” I asked.
He thought about it. “Yeah, I do,” he said.
“Really?” I asked. I felt delighted, and my mind was blown. I’ve always been the fat one. How would it be, if we were both fat?
“Yeah,” he said.
“Wow! We could be fat buddies?” I asked. We could go on special fat walks together? Sounds good! I don’t know–we could figure it out.
He was smiling. “Yeah,” he said. “We are.”
I was smiling too. “I wanna come on your manubrium,” I said.
My body could feel it already, longing for him. I imagined him licking my cunt. Then I would push there to come. My clit wants to throb there and trust his manubrium, loving.
