Little Girl Gets What She Deserves: Part 1

I first encountered Little Girl on a BDSM meetup website. I will never forget that day.

I had been a member of the site for nearly a year, visiting it almost every day, looking at thousands of pictures of women, reading hundreds of profiles. Most of the women I found truly attractive were from the UK and Channel Islands. They have a certain something, you know? Many were American, and that's easy to explain. Pure Sexy. But not many were from my home country, and even fewer lived close by.

And then I saw the picture.

I have always been an admirer of the female derrière. It is by far my favourite part of the body. As far back as I can remember my favourite view of a woman has been watching her walk away, and I greeted the invention of yoga pants and the cultural change that made them acceptable outerwear as two of the greatest achievements of mankind. In fact I had developed a keen sense of ass aesthetics, and a definite opinion of what made the ultimate ass: Round but firm and toned. Juicy but not too big. Just a certain level of curviness in the buttocks and of the hips. Of course, I also understood that every woman's ass had it's points you could appreciate. Each one had that little spot that, when you applied your tongue to it, would yield happy results. Over the years I had become an Ass Sommelier. Searching for someone with a fine ass had become a secret goal of mine, although one I never really expected to achieve.

And there it was.

Round. Firm. Feminine. Compact. Obviously toned, but just short of the point of having the arcs of its curviness interrupted by muscles. Curving smoothly down to the backs of the thighs without the crease at the bottom of each buttock you so often see. Wow. Just wow. The woman in question was wearing a pair of pink panties, just everyday ones with nothing special except perhaps a little lacy trim. But this ass needs no lingerie, no special adornment. It was outstanding on its own merit. I noticed that the panties disappeared between the buttocks as they went south. A sure sign of the right curviness. The lower half of each buttock was exposed, and the skin was creamy smooth and unblemished. I imagined my fingertips caressing it.


Best of all, she was from my home province, and although she did not live in my city, she lived close enough by that a commuter relationship would not be out of the question. Excited, I sent her a message, just a simple one:


'That is a particularly fine ass'.



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