ass

“God, your ass is beautiful,” I told my spouse.  We had just had sex, then cuddled for a long time.  It was time to get up and pee, and I admired my spouse’s gorgeous naked behind.  Like art–so curvy and luscious, glowing in pale blue from the fairy lights above.

“Is you ass always going to be so beautiful, or will it wither when you get old?” I asked my spouse.

“I don’t know,” he said, not willing to predict.

“Did your dad’s ass wither?” I asked.

“I don’t know!” my spouse said.

“Does your dad have a big butt like you?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said.

We were out of bed by then.  I was amazed, confused.

“What?  How could you not notice your own dad’s ass?” I asked.

not present

True my spouse’s dad was not very present.  My spouse was raised by his mom–his dad didn’t visit much.  The dad had a second family, and they got all his attention and resources.

I’ve seen that happen many times.  My spouse was the first child of the mistake-family, as seen from the second wife’s perspective.  The second wife didn’t want to share at all, even for the sake of innocent kids.  It happens.

I met my spouse’s dad only once, on his front porch, and he was facing me the whole time.  The underbite was cute, and I noted his height, frame, normal-ness, hairline, the cadance of his sentences, chill vibe, and understated mannerisms.  But his backside I did not espy.  It remains a mystery.

you searched for ass

I thought this screenshot was funny: you searched for ass.  A sentence on my tab like an accusation.  Yes, it’s true.  We all search at times.

I’ve amassed much ass, by this point.  Wow, 189 results.  Love to you and whatever you’re looking for, loyal and curious readers.