In Love with a Backside
Beauty behind ...
Remember the tennis girl? I blame her for opening my teenaged eye to the beauty behind. Older now, I slink into my lover’s room and stand rooted to the spot. Lying on her front, reading a book, I see her short dress has ridden up to reveal her perfect, round cheeks, gently protecting the thin red band of her thong. Transfixed, I watch a moment, before tenderly caressing those perfect orbs, adding a kiss to my worship. A...