A crack in her ass / Una grieta en su culo

La versión en español está después de la versión en inglés.

I MENTIONED YESTERDAY THAT I was looking forward to a video chat with my friend Susan. I don’t much like video chatting or phone calls because I don’t know what to do with the silences. That means I speak incessantly (in my opinion and probably in the opinion of others) and I then feel like an idiot once the conversation has ended. But that doesn’t happen with Susan.

Susan found me only two years ago through someone else’s blog. She read my comments and decided she liked me, so began reading my blog and then wrote to introduce herself. We became immediate friends. We have a rare and exceptional connection. She’s got a family she adores and I’ve had the privilege of meeting some of them during our chats when they’ve been visiting. I’m sure they were suspect at the start about this instant, powerful, online friendship. But they’ve clearly overcome those suspicions. It’s a special kind of love and I’m so grateful for it.

Susan has two cats. I’ve met them during our chats, as well. They’re beautiful, sweet, and spoiled. I don’t know how she lets them get away with the things they do (ahem). She has a couple of pieces of sheepskin under furniture so the cats have extra places to curl up. Well, one night last week when she was heading to bed, she noticed one of the sheepskins had been slid into the doorway. Unfortunately, she noticed it just as she stepped on it. It slid out from under her and she landed, hard, on her butt. Yep, directly on the coccyx (the tailbone). If you’ve ever done it, you know how much that hurts.

For my part, I thought Susan had enough padding to cushion the blow. Apparently she doesn’t. After a day or two, the pain grew excruciating. A dear friend, P, drove her to the hospital and texted me to let me know Susan had a fracture. Wonderful P and I stayed in contact for the next days and I then received a text from Susan. “I cracked my ass,” she wrote.

Yes she did — in three places. At least no surgery was needed, but it’s a long and painful recovery. Amazingly, she’s already home after just a couple of days. And she was able to sit and chat with me for more than a half hour. She looked great even after busting her butt. I just wish someone had explained to her before-hand that most asses come already cracked. Susan thinks she has to do everything herself.

Today’s photos are in honor of Susan. Ass cracks throughout history (well, my history in Fuengirola). Click any crack and it will expand.


AYER MENCIONÉ QUE ESTABA DESEANDO tener un video chat con mi amiga Susan. No me gustan mucho las videollamadas o las llamadas telefónicas porque no sé qué hacer con los silencios. Eso significa que hablo incesantemente (en mi opinión y probablemente en la opinión de los demás) y luego me siento como un idiota una vez que la conversación ha terminado. Pero eso no pasa con Susan.

Susan me encontró hace solo dos años a través del blog de otra persona. Ella leyó mis comentarios y decidió que le gustaba, así que comenzó a leer mi blog y luego me escribió para presentarse. Nos hicimos amigos de inmediato. Tenemos una conexión rara y excepcional. Tiene una familia a la que adora y he tenido el privilegio de conocer a algunos de ellos durante nuestras charlas cuando han estado de visita. Estoy seguro de que al principio sospecharon de esta amistad instantánea y poderosa en línea. Pero claramente han superado esas sospechas. Es un tipo especial de amor y estoy muy agradecido por ello.

Susan tiene dos gatos. También los conocí durante nuestras charlas. Son hermosos, dulces y mimados. No sé cómo les permite salirse con la suya con las cosas que hacen (ejem). Ella tiene un par de piezas de piel de oveja debajo de los muebles para que los gatos tengan lugares adicionales para acurrucarse. Bueno, una noche la semana pasada, cuando se dirigía a la cama, notó que una de las pieles de oveja se había deslizado por la puerta. Desafortunadamente, lo notó justo cuando lo pisó. Se deslizó por debajo de ella y aterrizó, duro, sobre su trasero. Sí, directamente en el cóccix (el coxis). Si alguna vez lo ha hecho, sabe cuánto duele.

Por mi parte, pensé que Susan tenía suficiente acolchado para amortiguar el golpe. Aparentemente no lo hace. Después de uno o dos días, el dolor se volvió insoportable. Un querido amigo, P, la llevó al hospital y me envió un mensaje de texto para informarme que Susan tenía una fractura. Wonderful P y yo nos mantuvimos en contacto durante los días siguientes y luego recibí un mensaje de texto de Susan. “Me partí el culo”, escribió.

Sí, lo hizo, en tres lugares. Al menos no se necesitó cirugía, pero es una recuperación larga y dolorosa. Sorprendentemente, ella ya está en casa después de solo un par de días. Y pudo sentarse y charlar conmigo durante más de media hora. Se veía genial incluso después de reventarse el trasero. Solo desearía que alguien le hubiera explicado de antemano que la mayoría de los culos ya vienen rajados. Susan cree que tiene que hacer todo ella misma.

Las fotos de hoy son en honor a Susan. Huchas a lo largo de la historia (bueno, mi historia en Fuengirola). Haz clic en cualquier grieta y se expandirá.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

45 thoughts on “A crack in her ass / Una grieta en su culo”

  1. Ooowww! Oh Susan, I’m sorry! I’ve also cracked my ass, right before I had to tap dance my way through 42nd Street. Take care.

    1. Kathleen:
      Double OW! And you managed to dance your way through?!? Susan has a break in her coccyx and two in her sacrum.

  2. Nothing worse than crackin’ yer arse, sistah! Now think of all the possible plumbers you could chose from in these pics ~ maybe, maybe not! Winks and heal fast Susan! Ron

  3. Kathleen already expressed the same out-loud expression I made when I read about Susan’s fall. Been there, done that, too. Many moons (pun intended) ago. It is unbelievably painful. May you heal and get relief from pain asap, Susan.

    1. Mary:
      I slipped on ice, landed on my tail bone, and man did that hurt. I was a boy 27-year-old. And I didn’t even break anything. I can’t imagine how this must hurt.

  4. Wonderful to have formed such a good friendship through your blog…I get very self-conscious on COVID-required video chats with my doctor…so nice to live by the beach with all those ass cracks.

      1. Nick:
        Oh, it took me a long while to get this one. I’m sure I’ll have to explain it to Jerry.

    1. Frank:
      I do regularly see nice asses in addition to the ass cracks. We’ve only had phone calls with our docs (and a couple of in-office).

    1. Mistress Borghese:
      And there are so many magnificent butts on parade. I guess they hold up their pants better.

      1. Mistress Borghese:
        And, of course, those are the coinslots I’d prefer to see.

    1. Jim:
      Her cats are taking care of her… or at least not leaving her side for a minute.

  5. Ouch, Susan! Too bad the sheepskin didn’t cushion your fall.

    I’m not a fan of butt cleavage, even if the butts are beautiful.

    1. Wilma:
      I’m not a fan either. Oddly, though, I can remember one view of butt cleavage in Santa Barbara that was quite beautiful, which tells you how nice it was… and how unusual. I wish I had a camera then!

      The sheepskin I think went flying out from under Susan’s foot… and I don’t think it would have done much good anyway.

  6. My condolences to Susan! I cracked my tailbone a couple of years ago when I fell on My Rare One’s icy driveway one winter. Three months of painful inability to sit for very long followed until things more or less got better. I feel bad for her.

    1. Debra:
      I really can’t imagine how painful that break must have been. I slipped on ice and landed on my tailbone once in my life. It hurt like hell and I didn’t even break anything. Susan’s got three breaks to heal. Poor thing, but she’s a trooper.

  7. Ouch! Brings new meaning to busting your ass. Cracks, we all have one, some of them are kinda cute.

    1. mcpersonalspace54:
      Same here. And a bruise was bad enough. I’m sometimes amazed at what I managed to capture. I have been spotted by my subjects a few times, but not with these kinds of shots. These are easy!

    1. Judy C:
      Susan has an incredible family and some exceptionally good friends. Although a realist, she tends to like people and think the best of them. I don’t understand it, but I love her anyway.

  8. You may no longer tell me that I am a perfect ass. I’ll still be a pain in the ass, tho. Thanks for the well wishes.

    1. Susan:
      Now you’re just a no-good ass! But you’ll be back to being a perfect ass in no time!

  9. Hope your friend recovers soon.

    As for all the ass crack photos, the individuals in the top and bottom pictures know exactly what they’re giving all the world a look at it. I’m not sure about the rest. Those cracks may be unintentional. Then there’s the woman in the bikini. The top of her bottom may be unintentional, but the bottom of her bottom I’m sure is not, if you know what I mean.

    1. Kirk:
      I’ll bet top and bottom were the same guy, now that I look at them again. Women’s ass cracks are a much rarer sighting… except when they wear thongs. Oh, give me strength!

  10. Ye Gods……., that is a lot of bottoms while I am eating my breakfast!! I hope that my namesake’s cracks heal up quickly. ( My first name is Susan!)

    1. Frances:
      Sorry about the breakfast accompaniment! Wish they were prettier. Do you prefer Francis or do you only use it online? I always wanted to either use my middle name, Scott, as a first name… or drop my last name and use Scott instead. Since living in Spain, I wish I had two last names. It would save so much confusion. Although, I have often gotten my wish of being Mitchell Scott!

      1. I just use Frances online. It was my mother’s middle name too. I am generally known as Sue.

      2. Frances… Sue:
        I should have used Scott, but too late now! Neither of my parents had middle names.

  11. Well THAT’s a really disturbing set of photos! LOL

    I fell on my coccyx once when i was a teenager, and I’m pretty sure I broke it but just never knew. It hurt like hell and it’s been slightly misaligned ever since!

  12. Poor Susan. Online relationships can be great. I met a couple of blogger friends in person. One is still a friend and when something important happens to me, he’s one of the first people I contact.


    1. Janie:
      I’m honored to be on Susan’s must-call list with friends and family.

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