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As his lips parted from mine, I felt the warmth left by them and tasted his sweet love on the tip of my tongue. Opening my eyes, I looked him and smiled before turning away and blushing, biting my lip. His legs straddled mine as I sat up against the wall and I felt him firm against my crotch, softly and pleasantly touching my clit. This was the happiest I'd ever been and I reached up under his shirt, resting my palm against his chest to feel his rapid heart rate.
"I still got it," I whispered, smiling.
"You never lost it." he muttered before reaching up my top to mirror my action. I felt my face flush as I stroked him lovingly, wondering how I could ever deserve such a wonderful, handsome man. As if he'd read my mind, he leaned forward. Carefully undoing my bra and beginning to massage my breasts, he gently kissed my ear with his lips and said, with a crack of emotion in his voice "you are exquisite...".

I thought about how I felt with him and taking my hand away from under his shirt, I brought both hands up to hold his head. After passionately kissing him, I smiled self-conciously.
"Would you...Would you like to...see?"
"Darling, your dignity-"
"It's ok. For you." I looked at him and he nodded, flushing slightly.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." I pushed him off me and lay down on my side, propping my head up with my hand. I was ugly, so ugly. Yet, my body seemed to give him pleasure and that was all I wanted. Slowly, I lifted up my top and he came and lay beside me. As I revealed myself, he let out a quiet gasp that made goosebumps appear all over me. I shook slightly. Dammit I really was ugly. And with the scars too, all over my thighs...I shook my head. I was in his hands now.
"All yours..." I told him. Noiselessly, he began to trace along my figure and cup my breasts, lazily drawing patterns on me with his fingers, leaving a trail of heat on my skin.
"All mine," he replied with a soft, almost smoky voice. "and all so beautiful, so perfect." I looked away in disbelief. He saw me look away and he traced down to my thighs which he now rested his hands on protectively. "I love every last scrap. It is all perfect."

As I looked down, I began to see myself through his eyes. As I looked, the flaws began to vanish. Scars healed, spots disappeared, proportions evened and every last bit of my body seemed to glow. Then I finally realised something.

Damn, I was beautiful.

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As his lips parted from mine, I felt the warmth left by them and tasted his sweet love on the tip of my tongue. Opening my eyes, I looked him and smiled before turning away and blushing, biting my lip. His legs straddled mine as I sat up against the wall and I felt him firm against my crotch, softly and pleasantly touching my clit. This was the happiest I'd ever been and I reached up under his shirt, resting my palm against his chest to feel his rapid heart rate.
"I still got it," I whispered, smiling.
"You never lost it." he muttered before reaching up my top to mirror my action. I felt my face flush as I stroked him lovingly, wondering how I could ever deserve such a wonderful, handsome man. As if he'd read my mind, he leaned forward. Carefully undoing my bra and beginning to massage my breasts, he gently kissed my ear with his lips and said, with a crack of emotion in his voice "you are exquisite...".

I thought about how I felt with him and taking my hand away from under his shirt, I brought both hands up to hold his head. After passionately kissing him, I smiled self-conciously.
"Would you...Would you like to...see?"
"Darling, your dignity-"
"It's ok. For you." I looked at him and he nodded, flushing slightly.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course." I pushed him off me and lay down on my side, propping my head up with my hand. I was ugly, so ugly. Yet, my body seemed to give him pleasure and that was all I wanted. Slowly, I lifted up my top and he came and lay beside me. As I revealed myself, he let out a quiet gasp that made goosebumps appear all over me. I shook slightly. Dammit I really was ugly. And with the scars too, all over my thighs...I shook my head. I was in his hands now.
"All yours..." I told him. Noiselessly, he began to trace along my figure and cup my breasts, lazily drawing patterns on me with his fingers, leaving a trail of heat on my skin.
"All mine," he replied with a soft, almost smoky voice. "and all so beautiful, so perfect." I looked away in disbelief. He saw me look away and he traced down to my thighs which he now rested his hands on protectively. "I love every last scrap. It is all perfect."

As I looked down, I began to see myself through his eyes. As I looked, the flaws began to vanish. Scars healed, spots disappeared, proportions evened and every last bit of my body seemed to glow. Then I finally realised something.

Damn, I was beautiful.