Come to me. Tell me all about it . . . for a price.
My Panty Boi Review returns next month. Prepare your underwear.
This is me. Naked. No filter. No make up. Fat as Friar Tuck. Sexy as always.
I’ve been thin and I’ve been 333 pounds. I have not had small breasts since I grew breast (I might want them though).
In every incarnation I have been an object of scorn and an object of desire. If I were to judge my worth by the demand to access my naked lady bits, well, I worth a lot.
I was a teen when I started gaining weight. I had a dream that someone was stuffing pillows into my skin as I slept.
My body is female and it has done all the awesome and annoying things a female body can do. One of my stretchmarks is like a lightening strike and my favorite part to touch. A soft and silky purple groove.
If I had to gage my value by the negative words thrown at me as I grew up and until the most recent departure of *cough manhood from my home – I would be scarred deeper than any stretch mark.
Fortunately I rate my beauty entirely differently.
Each day I have a goal to say something nice, unexpected, but true to a total stranger. Failing to find one of those , I find someone I don’t like and list the or good qualities to them in a greeting. If I can do this with sincerity and joy then I am beautiful.
My ass rocks the house.
My breasts are overly large, heavy, smooth and tipped in magenta.
I thought the slang “Sweet” was a reference to the taste of my nether regions (seriously).
I grow my hair because I like the curtain effects when I brace my hands on the headboard and lean down to kiss a man.
I give great phone sex like the professional I am.
And of course we all know how I love a good pair of CFM boots when resting out a car window or pointed at the ceiling.
But what makes me Sexy , desirable, and lovely is my perspective on other people and my love for myself.