Does My Bum Look Big in This?

I became aware of my girlfriends strange fascination within weeks of us meeting. My bottom - It really turned her on. It seemed strange at first. I thought most women responded to a number of triggers like eyes, hair and muscle on a man. The list is long but in the case of my Melanie's it includes bottoms. She's quite specific in her taste: She likes round, fleshy bottoms - not what I would imagine women to prefer. Mine, though acceptable, was according to her too thin and firm. I guess you could say too manly. But what did she expect? I was a man after all.

OK, not a manly man but nevertheless a man. She preferred rounder feminine bottoms – which threw up serious doubts about the stability of our long-term relationship and yet she repeatedly reassured me that I was her type. Like any man I thought her quirk was a bit twisted but I didn't really mind. She was beautiful and I was in love. Her many features far outstripped her kinks. She was a stunner, tall, slim, fabulous figure and a beautiful soft face framed with long straight blonde shoulder length hair.

To be honest I found all her attention rather flattering. Just as men like tits and legs. Melanie was a bum woman. Apparently it was the first thing she noticed about me when we met - that and my eyelashes. I knew about them as mine, according to Melanie, where longer than a woman's. She was observant like that because of her job - a beautician at a fashionable salon in town. Long eyelashes are as intrinsic to beauty as bone structure and flawless skin she said. I had that too, flawless skin, according to her but I was sure these where not the only reasons she dated me.

Yes, before you wonder! We had an active sex life too. She had a ferocious appetite outstripping me by far. It was always fun and she was forever teaching me new techniques. Yet she was forever fascinated with my body. She was obsessed. As if she can't sleep, she can't eat or she cant breathe. She thought of nothing else. When I questioned her she said ' Obsessive love is like living out the thrill of a life without boundaries.' OK I thought. Why worry. She fancied me. I fancied her and we had great sex. Their wasn't a problem or so I thought.