Sadly, last nights involves a wee bit of backstory.
Prior to going to bed, I was feeling a bit frisky. I was really looking forward to the opportunity for some sex and had some (what I thought was) great plans.
So we’re in bed and things are gettinhot and heavy. I’m on top of him and he grabs my boobs. My huge, ginormous, boobs. An action I enjoy from a physical stand point, but mentally, all I saw was huge, ginormous, fat, ugly boobs.
I suddenly wanted to crawl back in my shell.
I persisted, and I was lucky enough to orgasm, but brain and self esteem tried rally hard to prevent it from happening. And When it did happen, big ginormous, fat, ugly boobs danced across my eyes.
At one point, they took on a Picasso cubist flair, but they were still there. With this background from Facebook.
Worst visions ever. Thanks , self-esteem and low body image for helping me out there.
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