Yes, I am.
I have curves, ranging from the mounds of my breast to the Everest of my thighs.
It took so long, and still is, to love the softness of my body.
But, as challenging as it is, I won’t stop until I see the beauty in every centimeter of my skin.
The uniqueness of a scar. The exact coordinates of every tiny dark mole.
I am soft, and squishy. Slippery when wet.
If your hands are cold, slip them between my thighs. Constant radiators of heat.
And beware of lying your head on my thighs or bosom.
They are better than any sleep aid.
Enjoy my softness.