Jul 29, 2020
My body? Soft, and firm, pale and smooth, soft and supple. My bosom is ample and large, large enough for my lover to lay their chest and sigh in content. My chest and ribs taper down to my waist, an impossibly small size, so small my lover wraps their hands around only once to encompass my entirety. My hips flare out, round and wide, each peak like a crescent moon, with my hip bones jutting out like mountains. My back is tiny and deep, valleyed like a scenery, and I feel it rise to the bottom as my lover traces their hands around my bottom, round and plush, soft yet firm. My thighs don’t touch, my legs barely the size of my wrist, I am weightless yet hold more weight than I could have ever. I am ethereal, I am beautiful.
