It’s early Sunday morning and Teresa is standing naked in her bathroom, spinning around on her tiptoes as she rotates her body, her muscles stretching as she struggles to find the best possible side profile of herself in her heavily water stained mirror. Her lips curl into a wince as her backside rotates into view. She has a big ass, she admits to herself – a huge ass, some have even said. She’s never liked the word *huge*, but it’s a word more than a few ex-boyfriends have used in the past. It is even a word Stanley, her husband, has been known to use from time-to-time. He always uses the word affectionately, but still, she wishes he wouldn’t use the word at all.
It has been years since she could say she was happy with how her body looked and felt as a whole, but as she spins one more time around for the mirror, she can confidently say she is happy with the shapes and curves of her full figured form.
Just for fun, Teresa jumps up and down, watching as her ass jiggles and ripples before coming to a full rest. Now for the moment of truth, she tells herself as she bends over and spreads her ass cheeks, blushing as her supple pink folds cling together momentarily before separating, revealing her intimate depths in the mirror.
Turning back around, she once again twists and jumps up and down, watching as her full breasts bounce. If anyone were to ask her opinion, her breasts were her best feature. She enjoys cupping them in her hands and pinching their rosy buds. It is the one part of her body that brings her husband the most pleasure and happiness, and because of that, perhaps, is why she is so fond of them.
Blushing once more, she does her best to lean forward without falling over, watching as her plump orbs swing back and forth in the mirror. She loves doing this for Stan in bed, and especially enjoys the mesmerizing stare on his face as they sway in front of his eyes. She often wondered how exciting the view actually is for him? Could she bring him to orgasm from their mesmerizing motion? By the look she often witnesses on his face, she suspects she can.
It isn’t easy being a full figured women, but if she had to give her honest opinion, she was pulling it off nicely.
Finally, her gaze shifts downwards, coming to resting on her recently trimmed bush.
That is Stan’s handy work. Since they’ve been together, Teresa has not had to shave herself once. Every man has a kink, she realizes, and shaving her is Stan’s. The first night they spent together was the first time he asked to shave her. None of previous lovers had ever made such a request, and she doubted any of them would have had the courage Stan had to ask her the first time they were intimate together. Although, Many ex-boyfriends had asked her to shave, none offered to do it themselves.
At first she was nervous to let him for fear of being cut, or worse. He could be some crazed serial killer whose *thing* is having his victims shave before murdering them, she remembered thinking. Then, something in his eyes told her it was safe. Teresa only had one request – to shave it all off. But without fail he either left a thin strip of hair or something well short of a full-on Brazilian. She suspected the real reason he never got around to shaving her completely bare was because his sexual appetite took over before he could finish the job, leaving her to live with whatever hair still remained, and in whatever style.
The previous night was a perfect example. As Stan prepared to shave her, he said he was going to give her a “Racing Stripe.” Confused, Teresa shot a mystified eye in her husbands direction. It wasn’t until he ran his index finger down her stomach from her belly button, over the bunched folds of her mid-section, and finally to the cleft of her moist pussy, that she finally understood what he was describing. His fingers ended their journey by sliding inside her. One at first, and then a second. She had always known this particular trim as a “Landing Strip” and had even heard him refer to it that way on several occasions, but with his two fingers doing their magic deep inside her and his thumb diligently rubbing her swollen clit, he could call it anything he wanted.
Grinning and smiling as she continued her dance in front of the mirror, Teresa ran her fingers through the hair Stan neglected to remove, and over the patches of bare skin that once was a forest of curly reddish-brown hair. She giggles once again as she reflects back on Stan’s face the night before as he began his ritual of spreading her legs wide open and fingering her velvety folds before lathering her up with shaving cream.
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