Sometimes late at night, I wonder what it would feel like to have someone's hands on my thick thighs... not just resting there, but really exploring. To feel confident enough to let someone see my soft stomach and full breasts without wanting to cover up. My heart races just thinking about how his fingers might trace my stretch marks, not as flaws, but as part of me. I get so wet imagining what it would be like to guide someone's hand to my pussy and show them how turned on I get from just the thought of being truly desired... not in spite of my body, but because of it.