I was thinking today looking at a new bunch of scars on me.
Eight on my belly from a laparoscopic Hysterectomy that went wrong and turned into damage control.
The newest is set over surgery scars from pinning my ankle together is a big pancake from a deep burn caused by overusing Fucidic salt on an infection. It is still healing. I have a big one under my left eye from a Gin bottle, Thanks, Mom.
I also have lots of tats. A big red hawk covers my back, Chains and other things on my upper arms and Thor's hammer from belly button to my tits it goes over the top.
A friend did that when I was eight. I did Kill Roy peering over his arse for him. Both our parents went ballistic. Black toung. That was an adventure with ink Did that with my girlfriend when I was thirteen.
Double pierced nipples, nose, and multiple spots in my ears.
My intimates tell me the new scars just blend in. I gave up on being a beauty queen. They usually do not climb trees and go fishing so blaa to that.
I look in the mirror flex and think not bad I would fuck her and like it. I am bi leaning more toward lesbian
What would you do explore or run for the door? If you're a guy I would definitely wear a strap-on.