I’m happy my spouse last night took this picture of my ass. I was wearing the roses swimsuit bottom as chonies. I like the black with flowers. My ass is still very large and beautiful. It’s flat and huge with a substantial upper butt / sacral fat pad. I’m happy my ass is huge and
Death is always with me, inside of me, and layered behind what’s in front of me. The life we see swirling all around us is fueled by death. What lived before is part of us. My ancestors speak through me. Plants and fish that died help form my body. The earth is full of minerals,
I got some free PPE in preparation for going down on my spouse’s ass. The deal is he might consent with a barrier. So when he was out of town, I drove to the local HIV resources clinic and took from the free supplies in their lobby. Before that I’d called Planned Parenthood. The lady
“Wow,” I said. “That was amazing. Felt so thorough. I had not been fucked that thoroughly in a long time.” My spouse and I were lying in bed, naked and cuddly after sex. “Did you like that?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “Did it feel good on your dick?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. “Did
“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
My ass is huge and trustworthy. Yes, my ass will be my ass, all day, without fail. It’s big enough to confound chairs. It’s hella pretty, though odd. Odd with the lower, flatish wide part, and the upper part, also wide, which has a fat pad over my tailbone. Also considered odd could be its
“You going to use me, like the slut I am?” I asked. “Yes,” he said. We were lying in bed, cuddly, naked. On retreat, with privacy and life simplified, we’ve been having sex more often. “You might as well,” I said. “That’s what sluts are for, right? I’m available to you. My cunt, my hands,
“I’m afraid I gave you the wrong impression, about my butthole,” I told my spouse. “I don’t go around with a dirty butthole all the time. I think it’s pretty clean. Just I’m not going to, like, guarantee it’s always clean. Know what I mean?” “Yeah!” he said. “Great, I’m glad we had this conversation!”