“Have you been before love?” “Yes” I whisper shame apparent on seasonally round cheeks.
Lard Arse
I have cultivated and grown what can only be described as a lard arse. I am not looking for sympathy here in fact some days I am quite proud of it. My Lard arse is baby beautiful s lesser known uglier twin. I grew both baby beautiful and lard arse at the same time and…