I like tan lines.

I used to abhor tan lines. Then I grew up.

Tan lines denote time outside, activity, youth. They outline the good bits and show off the rest.

I don’t “tan”, per se. I’m just out there in it and I let the sun do the rest. I love seeing a man’s pale bottom and upper thighs; I’m sure he loves seeing the white triangles on my breasts.

I went out last night. A man who swears he’s not gay invited me to make out with him. I obliged.

His beard tickled and his tongue was soft. Back at his apartment, drunk and curious, I went spelunking. He was quite small. And uncut (which I think is fucking cool). I remember his precum slipping between my fingers and then casually begging off to pass out. He slept on the couch but cuddled me this morning.

He never got to see my white triangles, but my Internet boyfriend does.



A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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9 thoughts on “I like tan lines.
      1. I was watching some Olympics highlights today and, in the wake of your post, I couldn’t help notice a tan line. It was the women’s 10m syncronised diving, and I think it was one of the Brazilian divers. She had quite a high cut swim suit, doubtless for athletic/comfort reasons, but you could clearly see she usually wears low rise bikini bottoms when outdoors. I know the divers are far too young for me to take interest in but it did make me think of your white bits.

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