“What do you see?” I asked my spouse. We were both nakedly post-sex cuddling, and I’d asked my spouse to hold my legs up. I have decades of problems with my lymph, so sometimes I ask the lymph to drain back toward my center where it can be processed and moved out. My spouse was
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
Dear one, I always thought runners were doing a sacred, mystical thing I could never understand. Seemed so pure, or like asceticism, a hair shirt, finding enlightenment through pain. My high school best friend was a runner. She invited me to run cross country with her–I laughed. But I guess I’m still thinking about it.
I don’t know how my breasts look. They’re large; they droop. They’re soft and comforting. They’re uncomplicated. My breasts are pretty–that’s for sure. Rather symmetrical, but not entirely. Rather rounded. Substantial and trustworthy. My areolae are huge and pale pink. The nipples themselves are average size, I guess. Sometimes I fantasize about having dark, slightly