Baring all, I Love Boobs
A reflection on my life long love affair with boobs
I love boobs. They’re nice. I’ve always been attracted to boobs. I suppose I got a prime attraction to boobs as a baby because that’s where the milk was. I still like suckling at the bosom of my girlfriend.
Boobs infer nurture and comfort
As a small boy, I’d lay with my head on my mother’s lap. Although I wasn’t allowed to touch my mother’s boobs, having them close by brought me comfort. Nuzzling with my girlfriend comforts me. People with boobs are comforting.
Boobs define how women view themselves
Many things define a woman. In all honesty, nothing stands out about a woman so much as her boobs.
You can tell when a woman is proud of her boobs. She carries herself with an air of confidence. Sometimes, women naturally present their breasts, exposing their soft alluring curvature beckoning to be caressed lovingly. Some women go so far as to lay their fountains of life out for the whole world to see like grapefruits in a basket ready to roll out with a slight tilt.
Other women choose to show off their well-defined outlines through the fabric that cover their bosom. These women use their gifts to demonstrate their control. They hide their supple mammaries under folds of cloth. You know the joys are there but unseen.
Still, others of the female gender choose a more relaxed attitude toward their prominent features displaying them for the world to see in loose halters and bikinis.
Boobs are the ultimate toy
Boobs are pleasant to cuddle. They’re warm and soft. They are great pillows.
A lovely day spent boob watching and writing in the park
A beautiful thing about living in the south is frequent warm weather in Fall and Winter. November 30th, the afternoon high was 85 degrees, following several days of cold rainy weather. Just like spring showers that produce a new crop of wildflowers, a beautiful warm day in winter causes a blossoming of bosoms.
Big Boobs
My girlfriend has BIG BOOBS. I love to suck on her breasts. Those hooters are HUGE. Each one takes both my hands, one on each side, to hold it. She likes a firm grip on her titties. She especially enjoys the feel of my teeth on her tits. I fear I’ll bite too hard. How embarrassing it would be to press too hard and draw blood.
Medium Boobs
Young boobs are so lovely. A sweet young thing just walked past me. Nice round, full boobs each about of a hand full. Ripe and untouchable. Like a fully ripe lemon deep in the heart of the lemon tree protected by thorny branches.
Small Boobs
Small boobs are good, too. Small boobs remind me of cherry tomatoes. Succulent and tasty, the sweetest of all tomatoes. When unsheathed, they hardly make a ripple in a woman’s blouse. Yet one knows they’re there beckoning lips and fingertips.
When Cancer takes a boob, it’s disappointing, but not the end of the world
My wife had breast cancer about 20 years ago. After reviewing all options with her doctor, she decided a mastectomy (removal of the breast) was the most prudent action.
She was devastated. Her entire sense of being, her entire self-image cratered. I told her she would always be beautiful to me. She was inconsolable for a time. She had breast reconstruction done and got an excellent tummy tuck out of the deal to boot.
Tender boobs
My wife has sore boobs, particularly the nipples. She’ll only let me touch them when a bra protects them. Sometimes, in the morning, I’ll sneak a caressing touch of her unguarded boobs through her nightgown. She’ll giggle a bit but still pull away as my touch is overly stimulating. She likes the attention. She doesn’t like the sensitivity.
Both a wife and a girlfriend
If you are confused by my statements of having both a wife and a girlfriend, please read my first post, I’m Only Doing What She Told Me. Following her instructions, we’ve held a marriage together for nearly 40 years.
© 2019 Harold Zeitung
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