Bottoms Up by Misti

Yes I have a weakness.  I hold my hands up, quite proudly in fact and admit that for me bottom is best!  And of course I have my favourites; that delicious rear aspect of Mel Gibson in such classics as Lethal Weapon and…oh yes Braveheart!  Just like in a museum such delights are firmly exhibited in my memory bank and rather frequently draw a secretive grin upon my lips as I shop, meet with friends for a coffee or wonder about pursuing a career as a ratings specialist divulging ‘The Top Ten Hottest Bott’s‘ for This Morning, television show.  Truth be known, due consideration was given whilst hovering over the email send button; and in my defence, I selflessly decided Holly Willoughby has quite enough to contend with what with sitting next to that legendary hunk, Dermot O’Leary without falling prey to hot flushes from the display of such sensational attributes.  Or in simple english, I have chosen to perform such research, which was painstakingly intense at times, and as a true writer I rather hate letting go of my work!

Sooh what is it about the bottom that gains the obvious swivel of one’s head and eyes? For me, I guess it’s cute without being overly dominant, after all it’s not flaunted in one’s face, not pampered by a fetish for a regimental skin care routine or spray tan, in fact for the most part it’s just as nature intended…

‘Rising from the bed she moved across the room, aware of his eyes upon her curvaceous form.  The temptress; she asked for nothing but gave freely of her body, her eyes bearing an innocence that was a prerequisite to sealing their fate.  A sigh slowly emanated from him, a slight rustle of the sheets and he was behind her.  His hand roughly pulled at her abdomen, forcing her back into his masculine form, his arousal evident.  With a cunning that was invisible to him she allowed her bottom to arch into him, teasing, encouraging a tremor of excitement to echo from his body.  He gripped her right buttock fiercely, enjoying her gasp of pain.  Exhilaration electrified her body, her eyes wide adoring his nakedness reflected in the large ornate mirror, his manly behind delighting her with its proud pert deliverance.  He was hooked and she’d laid the trap knowing he would fall…’

Yes that’s me at work, and I defy you not to have enjoyed that subtle hint of bottom within it!  Oh and I nearly forgot, the Great Posterior is in serious danger of becoming a saggy fatty eyesore, with our penchant for fast food turning us into sofa slouching sloth’s.  Tis time for a little action be it of the bedroom variety, or reforming as the God or Goddess of the Gym.  A beautiful bottom breathes confidence and delights one’s partner, so bottom’s up and out there, clench those cheeks and lay the trap for the partner of your dreams


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