butt – Page 9

To be perfectly honest, I’m not entirely thrilled with my butt.

In the words of one of my best friends, I’ve got a “donk”. My butt does not make complete sense with the rest of my body. I’m a petite girl and it just sort of comes out of nowhere.

The body-con dresses I love to wear squeeze the bottom of it. Jeans that would normally fit are hindered by its presence. My butt is completely incongruous with the rest of my body.

My friends insist it is enviable, but after spending middle school and high school friendly with a bunch of very tall, skinny girls, it is sometimes hard to appreciate “what my mama gave me”.

Jack and Jitters, Part 5

“You know I can’t multitask.”

The Southern Gentleman had pulled me up onto my hands and knees on the bed. While I was busy sucking his cock, his hand had wandered down to my clit. Still sensitive from my orgasm and fast-careening toward subspace, I could barely concentrate on his cock when he touched me.

He chuckled, “well, you’re going to have to learn. Or I’m going to have to teach you.”

I tried to shrink away from his hand so I could focus on sucking him off. He sighed, “looks like I’m going to have to teach you, Ivy.” Before I could process this, his hand practically clamped over my cunt as he started to rub my clit violently and his other hair gripped my hair firmly as he started to fuck my face roughly.

I was totally and completely overwhelmed.

And it was perfect.

Best. Present. Ever.

Her (yes, I’m aware, I need to finish my little tell-all about a certain spanking from her) response to my costume as we walked up to my room to grab my phone and keys:

“You look hot, just avoid try going upstairs or bending over. And I’d suggest wearing something a little more substantial than that thong.”

I’d originally planned on going as something entirely different. I was getting dressed in my room with a friend who was headed off on a date of sorts and wanted my opinion. As we were dolling her up, she looked me over and said, “wait, now, what are you supposed to be?”

“I guess I’m like going on a safari or something,” I shrugged.

She laughed, “you look like a teacher. Wait a second.” She fished through my desk and handed me a ruler before saying, “and nobody goes on a safari in heels. Go change out of those shorts. Do you have a miniskirt?”

I can’t say I was ever huge on the whole “sexy teacher” fascination. But, when I wound up having crazy fun smacking my giggling friends on the ass with a ruler, I made an exception.