I don’t think you should change yourself in any way to win the approval of someone. Work on you FOR YOU. You have emotional concerns that need tending to and if someone isn’t up to the task of being supportive, that person isn’t right for you – no matter how much you may want him (or her) to be.
This post tugs at my heart strings because it is such a similar story amongst women….trying to conform to who our desired partner wants us to be. Would you want your sister, friend, or daughter to think this way or would you say, “you be you and be your best self for yourself!”? I’m thinking you would. Be kind to yourself, just as you’d be kind to someone you care about.
One of the guys drew the short straw, which meant he got the pussy. He didn’t get to fuck her, just lay there and feel her clench around him while the other two fucked her ass and mouth with abandon. Their groans of pleasure as they came in her tormented both the guy who drew the short straw and, of course, the woman getting fucked.
Neither of them got to cum that day, but he could still do anything he wanted to her, and his short denial never failed to inspire some exquisitely mean ideas.
She only hoped he didn’t draw the short straw twice in a row. It didn’t happen often, but even the thought of the last time it did made her shudder on their cocks.
Just buzzed/shaved for the first time in months (Months! I do not recommend waiting that long, that was an all-day chore!). Then took a bubble bath, exfoliated, drank some tea, and lotioned myself down. Fuck, I needed that today.
I slid on a pair of jeans and boxers, and that was uncomfortable. I don’t know why, but the looseness of it all felt super weird to me, especially when my legs were so smooth that they almost felt slick?
So I picked up some womens yoga pants and pulled out my collection of panties. Hiphuggers are my old go-to, but they didn’t feel right. Neither did regular ol’ cotton panties. So I tried on one of my few thongs and…
…damn. Damn, I forgot how impossibly comfortable thongs are. In this moment, they’re my favorite article of clothing in the history of articles of clothing.
2018 hasn’t been kind to my body so far. I’ve gained a lot of weight, especially in the belly section. So when I walked to the mirror, I expected my reflection to be more grotesque than anything. But lo and behold.
Hey. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Still have a very long way to go before I’m at that “androgynous body shape” that I’m aiming for, but starting today I figured out a diet and workout routine that might just work for me. Emphasis on squats (ouch), donkey kicks (ouch), and jogging (kill me).
I’m not sure why I’m posting this. Maybe to keep myself accountable? Maybe to spread he good word of The Mighty Thong? Maybe because these yoga pants make my ass look pretty damn delicious for the first time in years? Maybe because I’m That Guy who’s seeking validation while feeling down on his luck physically?
Who knows? Who cares, really? My blog, my ass, my journey, my Thong Thoughts.
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