And no, I never ever ever share intimate details like this with people. I'm only doing so here because we have such common names that our friends & family are never likely to stumble upon this & put two & two together.
Also, this blog serves as my 100% totally honest confessional of my thoughts & actions on this journey. What follows represents a MAJOR motivating thin fantasy that is helping increase the likelihood of this project's success. Afterall, if failure means putting never really getting to enjoy any of the following at stake, there are few other things that could motivate me more.
Finally, I know that all of us fatties ponder the glorious new intimate landscapes we'll open for our exploration by ridding ourselves of the junk in our trunks. Don't you dare deny it! Seems no one is ever willing to admit it...especially in the prude capital of the world - the USA!
Well, I am not too prude or too proud to deny how important sex is to me & my relationship with my husband. I am not ashamed to be a lover. I am only ashamed of all the loving I miss out on & deny my so-worthy, so-deserving husband because I didn't love myself enough first to take better care of myself.
Without further ado, these are things I used to enjoy in my love making sessions that I will resurrect when my rump is no longer wider than the wildebeest's (to my husband's sheer delight, I'm sure):
- Doing it with the lights on.
- Going down on my hubby whilst he is driving on long road trips, which necessitates number 3...
- Renting a room at a hotel for an hour long session with hubby so he can finish driving us home in peace. I love the curious looks the staff give me when we check out only 60 minutes after we checked in.
- Doing it standing up.
- Doing it sitting on the kitchen counters. Can't quite fit comfortably without sliding off now.
- In the shower. Nowadays I feel too clumsy & inflexible for such water aerobics.
- Going to Victoria's Secret together & trying on absolutely EVERYTHING Anthony asks me to...with a private runway show in the changing room.
- Leaving the curtains open when we make love in hotel rooms. Sometimes even standing right in front of the windows.
- Wearing those little corsets under my skirts again with girdles & the straps that you fasten to the tops of thigh high stockings...and no panties. Then, going dancing at dark clubs. Makes Anthony nuts & necessitates number 10...
- Making love in the car! It's been too long.
- Being on top. I am just so ashamed of my belly & and thighs now that I cringe when he requests this. It was my absolute favorite way to make love when we got married.
- Playing & tickling & chasing each other around the house whilst naked. It was a blast! He'd start stripping my clothes off & I'd start running away. He'd catch me & tickle me & kiss me & .....
Just look at all the fun I once had. All the joy & excitement I instilled in my husband's otherwise dull daily life.
Let's face it...
Thin, fit, healthy ladies having better sex...and more often. And more sex means better health & a longer life to boot. Some may deny all this, but I have known a sex life that included all of the above enumerated items. I remember what that was like and how such things compare now as a FatAss.
There is no comparison. Thin wins. End of story.
Can I really turn my back on all this? NO!!!!!!!!!
My life is now. All these opportunities for heavenly pleasure will continue to pass me by if I don't choose myself over food & sitting on my ass. At the very least I have a duty to my husband & our marriage to think about.
So here's to one more TurboJam session.
Anthony...my love...honey, this one's for you. Read more!