I Just Really Like Being A Woman, No Longer A Girl

When I was four I discovered reading. At eight swimming. At twelve puberty and my clitoris. By the time I was a 'woman' I had baby making hips, baby feeding tits, stocky, fit, a top student, and pretty. Deep brown eyes, dark auburn hair. Five six, one forty. My best friend is my clitoris, insertions not so much. Graduated top of my class, went to college on a full ride academic scholarship. Met my Mr. and graduated with my Mrs.

I stand in front of the mirror, baby hips, baby tits, both tried and true. Baby fat that's stubborn, two kids and a husband. I decided to stay home, take care of home and family. Alone time, kids in school, I treat myself to some me time with my clitoris. My shower comes later, catching myself wet in the mirror. I like having a woman's body, baby fat belly. I can take it, whatever my husband wants to dish out. Making babies, not a problem.

I use very little makeup, stay out of the sun, don't smoke. I like my soft skin, my soft face, my husband's strong hands, his whiskers, the smell of sex on him.