Booty Stories

Beyond morality, indecency or family ties, when someone wore a tiny, slutty bikini around me, I was obliged to look at every chance. Pink with red strings and a ruched back. White cotton shirt, wet and sandy, falling just short of her belly button piercing. My aunt turned heads left and right at the beach. Oh, and if that wasn't enough, there was a small, cat's paw tattoo on the center of her left ass cheek. I always walk...

I didn't even bother reading most of Diane's texts for the next day or two. Most of them were different combinations of the same thing anyway. Fuck you! How could you do this to me? The nerve of that woman never ceases to amaze me. Who knows how long she kept her affair from me? The fact that she would expect me to feel guilty for my actions was astounding. While it's true I had prior knowledge of the strained relationshi...