The most common adjective I hear used to describe me is that I look innocent. Innocent and cute. Like I wouldn't hurt a fly, like a good, church-going virgin who never masturbates. I do have a baby face, but I think it also has to do with my bubbly, warm personality. I guess you can't be sweet and horny?

Although it can be annoying sometimes, I've started to lean into the whole thing. Wearing bright colors, patterns, and frilly cute things. Except my body doesn't quite match my vibe.

Today I have on a sleeveless pastel bodysuit and long skirt. On a tinier girl it would look charming, like a Princess. But on me, it draws the attention right to my chest. The shirt dips too low and shows off my entire cleavage. All it takes is a tiny tug to reveal my dark nipples. The flowy skirt isn't much help either. I looked back at myself in the mirror and saw my asscheeks jiggle deliciously with every step. Rather than disguise it, the soft floral fabric clings to the roundness of my plump booty.

No matter how innocent I appear, my body seems to remind me I have a slutty side. Even cute clothes on me are like a tease. It turns me on knowing guys think I'm "pure" when in reality, I enjoy how much I'm showing off, but I have just the right look to seem clueless about it.

They would never imagine that I really wanna hike up my long skirts and cute dresses and present my fat ass to be spanked, grabbed and spread open. That I fantasize constantly about being teased in public, and look for any opportunity to flop out my heavy tits. Desperate to be caught and have them grabbed and slapped, to be bent over in front of strangers and teach my naughty body a lesson.

The innocent girl isn't always as innocent as you think...