Lap dancing

Clearly this is not me. Ahhh, to have that figure! Some day my friends, some day.

I can't remember the last time I sat in my partner's lap. Just like making love with me on top, it's something that's gone by the wayside as I slowly got bigger and bigger, and more self conscious about my body, even in front of a man who clearly adores me. My body image is a weird thing. I have no problem being naked, regardless of size, (I mean really no problem. I will go downstairs after my morning shower and stick the kettle on to boil before getting dressed) but the jigggles, blubbery wobbles and flesh slappy noises embarrass me. Go figure! And as for sitting on his knee, no way Hose. I didn't want to stop the blood flow in his legs because of my weight.

Well, last night, intent on torturing me, in his usual loving way, TMM grabbed me as I went to leave the room, to go to the loo. Yes, this is standard practice in my house. He loves to be my torturer and I'm delighted to be his torturee. On grabbing me, he pulled me down on top of him as he sat on the settee and I settled in his lap. God! I hadn't realized how much I missed it! It felt amazing and I felt no guilt or discomfort as my weight settled on him. So the result of his torture? Hell slap it up him! He's made a rod for his own back now ;-)