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Once upon a time I was staying over at my boyfriend’s house. We were sorting out some of his things (he is a bit of a collector) to see what to keep, what to chuck, and what could be sold on ebay or a specialist website.
Now, I cannot remember exactly what my boyfriend told me to look for, but he asked me to open a drawer in a large mahogany chest of drawers. As soon as he heard me laugh and say “Oh hello!” he pretty much leapt across to room to grab what I had found and remove it from my sight. I had unintentionally found his collection of lusty busty models in provocative poses.
He face was beetroot and he seemed really mad that I had seen them. I was not sure what the big deal was. We had been lovers for almost three years, by that time we had tried sex in every conceivable position. He had all sorts of ideas to keep our sex life spicy and lively, and I was an adoring affectionate sex kitten who wished to please him. Why was he so freaked out by my discovery that he liked leering at scantily clad women. To put it plain, his antics in the bedroom made me suspect that he had watched a lot of porn in his life.
The only revelation to me was that he clearly liked “behinds”. My boyfriend was partial to beautiful buttocks, delectable derrieres, riveting rears, bootylicious buttcheeks. I instantly realized that the whole time I thought he was a “breast-man” because of the way he lavished by bosom with attention, I was deceiving myself. His choice of female asset was asses.
So from then on…I started trying to peek at myself in the mirror so that I could assess my own bottom and judge whether it was up to his lofty standards.
At the time, I hugged my boyfriend, said some pretty words to ease his discomfort, and I told him that I love what he and I had, and I loved what he and I did together…nothing was going to change that. We agreed to put it behind us 😀