On a shitty Wednesday, in a poor attempt to make myself feel better, on the eve of a 30 something birthday I have decided to look for positives.
I found a massive one.
Despite the slightly fuller butt and ingrained routines, sex is only getting better!
Fuller arse or not, only now am I beginning to understand what it truly means to not give a fuck.
I currently sleep with an awesome man, his arse may not be as big as mine but we certainly are in a tight competition for best “one pack”…. “tight” being a great word for our little bedroom competition. And he makes me feel better than anyone ever could in my twenties even when I had my perfect pert boobs and size 4 figure.
I have no issues telling him what i like – because I know what I like – I’ve been trying shit for years.
So that’s it, that is the secret – the wisdom. That is what was missing. That is what comes with age.
I find myself lying there wasted in total and utter glowing ecstasy thinking I should not be feeling like this. This is the dream of a much younger woman fitter and lust filled woman.
And then I say fuck that bullshit – I own this bedroom (literally I pay the mortgage) and I’m going to be queen in it.
The perfect Princess is a thing of the past, replaced by the Queen who always had the real power.
I love my graduation into this royal family of sexual fulfilment.
Let us all be queens.