This article is about boob jobs and plastic surgery. If you don't care to read it, here's a quick rundown. This Hollywood actor talks about his personal experiences with dating girls who have gotten some kind of plastic surgery. He ends up feeling like his relationships are based on some kind of dishonest platform when he dates girls who have had implants, and the track record for how long they last after he finds out goes to show how much it bothers him.
He talks about one particular girl that has natural breasticles and how much he loved them, even though they were quite imperfect, one being larger than the other and neither of them looking quite like your usual pair of breasts you see in porn or whatnot.
So anyway, lets talk about bewbies. I love boobs. I can't get enough titties. I likes me some mammaries all up in my face and in my mouth and in my hands. I like poking areolas with the tip of my dick. I like brushing hard nipples with my pecker. Yes, yes, God yes, that is exciting.
I've only seen a few breasts in real life. I mean, I've seen countless jugs on various computer screens and television sets, but right in front of me, I've only had three pairs. The first pair belonged to A, the girl I lost my virginity to. She had a child a few years before, and you could tell to an extent. I really actually loved her breasts until the last time we had sex. It was in broad daylight, we were in the cowgirl position and she was hanging over me doing that weird staring thing that so turned me off (She was crazy and I didn't even want to be having sex with her at that point.) and I looked up at her boobs to see... ew. They were not appealing. Wrinkly and stretched out. I put my hands up and massaged them just to cover up the sight.
However, a few days before, before the shit hit the fan in our relationship, I remember, she had just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing this bathrobe. We were kinda bored and thought playing some video games would be fun. She had this old original playstation and the game Tekken 2 (I think). She hadn't played it in ages, and I had never played it, so we took some time practicing before we had our ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTION!
I was steadily kicking her ass at her own game, and getting her all frustrated (in the cute way), so she grabbed my hand and placed it upon her glorious milk-fountain. My game slipped for just a second while I reoriented my other hand onto the controller. For two rounds, I groped AND kicked ass at Tekken 2. I can still feel that breast in my hand. It was amazing, slightly cool and moist to the touch from her recent shower, full and warm underneath, firm and responsive to the pinch. Looking back, I did not spend NEARLY enough time with my tongue on her nipples. My extreme dislike for her as a person now is probably why I was so upset by the last time I saw her hoo-ha's in their sorry state. This post is to glorify breasts, not trod upon them like they are worth less than gold.
So, pair number two, K's breasts. There isn't much to say, they are pretty small, A cups, and they sit a little low on her chest. She's an oddly proportioned girl anyhow. I do like her boulders though, as pebblish as they are. Her favorite way to be turned on (and really, the only one she would admit to liking) was when I would just lick and suck on her nipples. That was probably the coolest
thing. It was so win-win. I loved putting those pink pokers of awesomeness into my mouth, and she loved putting her turkey timers into my mouth. Fucking. Awesome.A weird thing, lets say she wasn't particularly aroused, and I started licking her breasts: At some point, she would shudder, shake just a little bit, the good kind, where you can tell she is experiencing a wave of pleasure; moments after that, her nipples would secret some kind of substance... It was very faint, I'm not sure if it was pheromones or sweat or what, but I would taste this bittersweet taste on my tongue when she became more and more aroused. It fascinated me, and was a good judge of how well I was doing, since she didn't bother to compliment me anyway...
The last pair of knockers, and my current pair, are L's. They're also the biggest I've had, and so far I'm loving them. She's a bit older, and has had a son, so they behave differently than K's. For instance, K's nipples are very sensitive, she can clearly tell when I am rubbing my moist tongue in circles around her hard nipple, whereas L is a little less sensitive there. I actually pinch L's nipples, twist them a little, pull them a little. It was a little upsetting at first, I was afraid I would hurt her, but she really likes it. Now that I'm more comfortable with it, I'm less afraid to get a little rough with her if we are getting that way.
I did my first titty-fuck with L. It's really not that great, for anyone who was wondering. Maybe it's just the way our bodies are shaped in relation to eachother or what, maybe I'll try it again with someone else someday, but there is just not enough stimulation between the breasts for it to be more than a novelty, and the girl doesn't really get that much pleasure from it. I guess if she likes barely licking the tip of a penis that is thrusting her chin... hmmm, maybe the teasing is arousing. I didn't quite think of that. Who am I to say if a woman likes cock in her face anyway? L tells me she loves the cock and "has an itch in her throat" occasionally. I'm always baffled that anyone could WANT to put a wang in their mouth, but apparently L likes it. I'm way off topic now.
I have touched two other pairs of breasts, but I never got to see them. Two girlfriends in high school, we'll call them R and... I don't even remember the other girl's name at the moment... It was a rebound relationship, as much as I hate to say it, I didn't really care about her, I was so obsessed with R at the time that I barely paid this other girl the attention she deserved, and I ended up breaking it off with her because of the guilt.
In conclusion, breasts are absolutely wonderful, in every way. Women should celebrate them as much as men (I know, they're a pain to lug around, but even you can admit that they make you feel sexy when someone you like is touching them and having fun with them. There isn't anything unfun about a dude sticking his face inbetween them and going "ugggublublbulbbllblbulbulbblulblllllmmmmffffmfmfmmffmfhmhfmhfhmmmmhfmhmf")
4 comments:
I would suppose it would be the same as a female cupping your sack, rubbing that hairy pouch all over her face and such. But maybe testicles aren't the same glorious little hairy purses of awesomesauce that boobs are. I mean you have no male underwire testicle lift and separator to show them off and make them look bigger then the really are. I think that you had a point with the first pair of titties you talked about with the woman. If you really like your partner or care about them, then doing anything that person is bonus. Why would a woman not want to put someone she likes property into her wet mouth and tongue with delight? Whether its your sack, your wang, or anything else, its just fun! And if you treat them right and nail them to the bed with your pecker of power, they will come back and love you more the next day and the day after. Make a woman feel sexy and cared for and they will return those feelings times a thousand.
I seriously need to get an underwire lift and separate wonderbra for my testicles. Not only would that be super awesome, it would also be super sexy.
Your last two sentences reminded me of a book I am passively reading. My next blog post will be concerning my thoughts upon it.
ok so in reading that article, Im wondering how you would feel about a female interest having plastic surgery. Does it feel like a lie to you as well?
I find it fascinating that women do things because society tells them they need to to be valued. Having big breasts, the perfect figure, the right nose, etc is almost impossible for women. Yet, women don't understand that men find the imperfections more real then the fantasy characters of porn or Hollywood. Or DO they? Do men really separate real life from fantasy figures? Do they want that perfect pretty pussy of Jenna Jamison or pert huge jugs with massive pointy nipples? How about the air brushed pictures of skin mags? How can women possibly compete with these images and still feel secure with themselves?
Men need to make sure that the women in their lives, whether its their mothers, sisters, girlfriends, co-workers are valued and appreciated for their flaws as much as for their perfections.
L knows her boobs are far from perfect and with the weight flectuation and age. Im sure she wonders if her body disgusts you with its flab and stretch marks after having children. She knows she looks nothing like any porn actress or supermodel.
If a woman were to get her teeth fixed or a nose job, liposection, lip injections, tummy tuck or anything else that makes her feel better about herself, why do men object that its not real? To me it just reinforces the idea that the relationship was all objectifying their physical looks and not what is in their heart and mind. If a man can find a woman extremely attracted to their feisty personality and everything else, why should it change when clothing comes off or when they find out she had a nose job? It doesn't make a lot of sense to me.
"Or DO they? Do men really separate real life from fantasy figures? Do they want that perfect pretty pussy of Jenna Jamison or pert huge jugs with massive pointy nipples? How about the air brushed pictures of skin mags? How can women possibly compete with these images and still feel secure with themselves?"
I make a point to tell the women I am dating or sexing that I love her body, imperfections and all. At least, I try to show it if I find it difficult to say (I know some women need to hear it explicitly, so I'll call that a shortcoming of mine). I personally don't want the Hollywood body type. I would definitely like, at least once, to be with someone like that, but if it never happens, I will not regret it, or even give it a second thought. How can you compete with it? Taoism says don't. Any guy that would judge you against Jenna Jameson is a whore (and I don't even think she's that hot, personally.)
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