last night, i went to see my first burlesque show. it was so much fun! i watched a documentary recently called “a wink and a smile” about a growing seattle burlesque troupe and it followed a class of ten women from all walks of life who were taking burlesque dancing. the seattle troupe was visiting sf last night for their west coast tour, sins on heels! i love love loved it!!!
e and i got a few drinks and cozied together at a table. the ladies were so lovely and i especially enjoyed how free and expressive these women plus one man were with their bodies. i was tickled pink and green with envy as well because i don’t think i would ever have the chutzpah to get onstage and shake my moneymakers. i’ve got a few more curves and jiggles than i really care to share with the rest of the world beyond my beau.
all the women were all relatively in great shape, a few had small pouches, and one woman was extra curvy (allota boutte—had an abundance of breast and bootay) and their boobs came in all different shapes and sizes. i was awed by their confidence that oozed on and off the stage.
when e and i got to his place, he went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. i stripped down to my panties, waiting for his return. he jokingly asked, “whoa, what’s going on?!” i replied, “you’ve seen so many tatas tonight, i thought you should get a good look at mine.” he replied, “yes, and they are very nice,” as he pinched my left nipple. i smiled and giggled in agreement.
it was late, but we still managed to sneak in a fuck before we both conked out dead as dogs. in the morning, when i was lying in his arms, i was massaging his chest and then moving down to his happy cock. i took hold of his beautiful cock, and i asked, “i love your cock, baby. do you love your cock?!” he replied, “not really, it’s all right.” so i exclaimed, “well, then i’m going to take it and you can borrow it for now, but i’m going to take care of it now and it belongs to me.” he said, “i think it needs to be 2 inches taller.” i told him, “no, e, your cock is perfect. it’s shaped so perfectly for me that it hits my g-spot everytime. it gives me so much pleasure!!! i love love love your cock!!! i’m going to take care of it very well. i’m going to massage it. i’m going to suck it up with my mouth and tongue.” he replied, “thank you.”
funny, like adam and eve, we all have learned to somehow feel ashamed or not happy with our beautiful bodies, no matter what size or shape we come it. i thought to myself that i’m going to work harder at loving myself and my body, just as much as i love and adore e’s cock and the rest of him that turns me on to no end. e told me once that sometimes he looks in the mirror and can’t hardly stand looking at himself, which is a shocker to me. for me, everytime i see e, i have to restrain myself from jumping his bones right then and there in public. i wish he could see himself through my eyes, and sometimes i wish i could see myself through his eyes. it would be a delicious reality check to our self-images. 
i think i’m going to finally get myself a pair of tassels for my titties and give e a surprise, private dance of my own soon soon. ooh-la-la!!!
