Remember to flex
Thankfully, the people I’ve been involved with were never of the meaty kind. If they had a couple extra pounds, it was hard and not the flabby kind. I’m not of the same breeding.
Recently, I’ve had the opportunity to show off my dedication to a lax lifestyle and an overabundance of chocolate to someone new. The thing is, as much as I knew I had nothing to worry about in the jiggle department, I got a little uncomfortable because the paramour’s body didn’t have an ounce of fat.
So, what did I do? I flexed. Everything. The last thing I wanted was a lava lamp-like effect going on. There wasn’t any flinching (believe me), and I got a workout at the same time.