100 Words About my Ass

I slid from under the sheet and walked around the bed – headed for the kitchen. I asked her if she wanted anything. Glancing up from her book she started to say “no,” then she stopped short. I knew she hadn’t been caught by my full frontal: I wasn’t very impressive at that moment – besides, mostly I’m nothing to write home about naked. Except, I’ve been told, for my ass. I knew she was watching my ass as I walked away. Guys aren’t supposed to be proud of our asses, but the thought she was staring at mine got my attention.