This lady is beautiful.
My favourite of the 20 or so strippers we saw the other evening had a body similar to hers. Strutting over to the pole on glorious statuesque legs that could hold up the world, she teasingly revealing one little round boob at a time, and playing with hard cocoa nipples while smiling down at me (by this point I’d planted a $5 on the stage, so she smiled at me a LOT). She had a large round ass and could twitch each butt-cheek separately, peering over her shoulder and smiling at my obvious delight. I liked her confidence, strength, sensuous movements and the warmth she exuded. That warmth was rare, expectedly so, for, I wonder just for how many nights I would be able to do what she did before my sensuality became routine and mechanised, full of cliched moves and duck-face agogo.
I want an ass like that.
I want some confidence back.
I want to be making progress not throwing my hands up and eating a bagel. I will forever be the one who fucks with me more than any other person.