In my family, there’s something called a Zezza butt.
It’s a really nice ass, larger than most, but perky and round.
I’ve got a Zezza butt.
As does my cousin Jennifer and my brother Art.
We’ve even taken a picture of all our asses, lined up (I’m #2 in the lineup).
Not everyone likes Zezza butt, but they should.
It’s pretty awesome.
I recall one instance in fact when a very athletic burner requested that we fool around in his RV SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE HE WANTED TO SEE “DAT ASS.”
It has slowly dawned on me that some people like curvy women.
Some people like slim women.
And some people LIKE ALL WOMEN.
I’ve given up trying to hide my body, which will never look like Heidi Klum’s, and am working on embracing all that JUNK IN MY TRUNK.
Starting with buying some short shorts for the Burn.
Okay, I DID buy a pair of shorts a few weeks ago that were (optimistically) two sizes smaller than my current size.
I’ve now replaced those shorts with booty hugging, booty boosting, putting-it-all-on-display jean shorts.
Four pairs, to be exact.
That way I’m sure to find something I like.
No, I won’t look like Jessica Simpson in my shorts but fuck, I like my thick thighs.
And other people do too.
They feel just as good wrapped around a sturdy man as slim ones.
And stuffing all my jelly into a pair of Daisy Dukes just gives me a little thrill.
Hope it gives you a thrill too. . .