Love me, love my butt.
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Ass worship. Why not?
Can I tell you a bit of a pervy secret? I’m sure I can – we’re all friends here.
Here’s the thing: I love stubble. The texture of it against my skin, the gentle scratching and nuzzling. Particularly when that stubbly face is rubbing snugly up into my most intimate place.
Have I mentioned before how much I love ass worship? Call it what you like: bottom, bum, ass, arse – all the same to me as long as your face is buried right in it. Ass worship is one of my favourite things – partly for the stubble, I won’t lie. It’s a gorgeous sensation: gentle roughness that adds to the naughtiness and taboo of having someone’s face pressed deep into me.
I like to lie on my stomach, back arched slightly to present my bottom in just the right position – pretty as a picture, and all ready for you to push your nose and mouth into. I have a pretty lovely butt, round and smooth and just right for worshipping, smothering, snuggling and nuzzling. I’m often told that it’s perfectly peachy, and I adore lying on the bed with it presented beautifully for someone. There’s nothing that makes me happier than a guy who wants to bury his face in it, feeling my warm cheeks press against his face.
Perhaps it’s partly the taboo – after all, we’re so often told that the bottom is a no-go area, despite it being one of the sexiest parts.
When I’m a Domme I love to use my bum to smother the face of the guy I’m with: pressing down onto him and intoxicating him with the scent and the sensation and the sexiness. Sometimes teasing with my butt crack just out of reach, and they think if they stick their tongue out far enough they’ll be rewarded with the taste of my warm skin. Sometimes going all-out as if I’m trying to suffocate them with the decadent joy of having my arse pressed right up against them, until they’re red-faced and gasping for air.
When I’m in a submissive mood, I love indulging in aftercare that focuses purely on my round bottom – men inspecting it closely, parting my cheeks and running their hands all over it. Squeezing and rubbing and kissing me all better after a beating.
I got distracted, didn’t I? I was telling you about stubble. I think some guys are nervous if they have slight stubble – they don’t want to scratch me or seem too rough. But just as there’s nothing to feel nervous of with the taboo of bottom worship, so there’s nothing to worry about if you have a five o’clock shadow – or more! In truth I adore the texture of it just as much as I love the naughtiness of butt worship. After all, my body truly can’t be worshipped enough…