Last night I found myself walking behind her at a restaurant, absolutely floored that her incredible ass, wrapped in tight jeans, would later be mine. She’s self-conscious about the weight she’s put on recently. I don’t think she knows how good she looks a little thicker and curvier. I tell her.
We sat, we ate, we talked. She’s absolutely wonderful. She says funny things, she blinks her big eyelashes. None of the music or the banter being exchanged by first date people around us could drown out my thoughts about what an incredible woman she is.
We drove home, and she walked past me to the bathroom. She looks absolutely delicious. When she came out, she whipped off her leather belt quickly and said, “Wishaw!”
I couldn’t help myself, this long-haired creature standing in front of me, partially undressing. Ass so fat you could see it from the front. I grabbed her hips and silently guided her to the room and bent her over the bed. That ass.
I’m somewhere between a dom and a sub, whatever the fuck that means. But she is mine, and I won’t live forever, so fuck it. This is happening.