Friday, 1 March 2013
I love having my arse kissed. Actually I like it massaged by my husband, with him using his face. I love the feel of it, his hot breath on my cheeks. And I love the symbolism of it. He is an arse kisser and I like to remind him of it. I praise him sometimes, in a sort of teasing way while he is paying homage to my rear by telling him how good he is at kissing arse. Or sometimes I will say to him things like, "Just because you are good at kissing feet and arse, don't let that go to your head. Remember your place." You might think that after years of being spoken to like this he would be used to it, but he still squirms while I smirk at him and his cheeks flush a little red.
This is a picture of me by the way, I hope that you enjoy it. As always, please do visit my website for me.