I never thought much about breasts! To be honest, not even my own. Except perhaps the year when everyone in my school was sporting lingerie and I wanted to fit in and wear one too. It’s another story that my mom who’s a trained seamstress told me in no uncertain terms that I didn’t need one and no amount of my wailing in the bathroom would change that.
So I have a love-hate relationship with breasts. Mine included! There are days, I wish I wasn’t quite as plump and there are days, I wonder whether I would look better if I was bigger! The first time I wore a strappy tube top, I kept tugging at it for the fear my top would fall down. When I looked at Pooja Bhatt baring it all many years ago on the cover of Movie magazine, I looked twice. When I discovered, I was gay – I spent time dealing with pretty much everything and breaking long held dreams and stereotypes.
Like not being able to dip into your father’s/husband’s wallet.
Like not dealing with whisker burn
Like not having someone hold the door open for you
Like not being always driven
Like not reading Mills and Boon
Like no marriage and kids
The one scenario that I didn’t quite envisage was one which had to do with suddenly finding breasts in my face. The size 42 kind! Not that size of any kind matters when you are faced with breasts for the first time that do not belong to you. I wasn’t sure what do with them. Perhaps nature had missed that education by me completely! However, freezing at that point was a complete killer to all the action in bed! I was paralyzed with watching a mound of flesh take a life of its own. It made me realize that staring/looking/appreciating cleavage and having to deal with cleavage were two completely different things.
In my limited experience, I guess making love to breasts is not something one learns. Perhaps like kissing, cooking or even writing, one gets the hang of it with practice, much time and many varieties! So what can one do with the mammaries? Suck, bite or perhaps trail the nipple! I get that now! I also figure now, what the Mills and Boons novellas really mean when they describe a pair of breasts like ‘peaches that fit in his hand’ because whoever said size doesn’t matter to lesbian women, got it all wrong! It does – in my case, the smaller the better!
What’s your story gurls?
Interesting.. as I never thought breasts (that too of another woman) could pose such a problem..
Umm..you obviously just love them like the rest of it.. Or perhaps a little more than the rest of it
I would just go with the flow..but yes, perhaps practice makes perfect.
Thanks deeps! I am not sure if I love em yet… Maybe I am just not a boob chica:) but yah, practise will get me there:)
You are right, Tappy… All things Bosom and Breast can be distracting and quite the handful
But an entire article pondering mammaries does indicate you are sufficiently occupied with them
I like Breasts. All forms and types and sizes. They liven things up, They are one more delectable body part to spend time on and you know… they feel good.
ha ha…i enjoyed reading TT’s tale about dealing with breasts…..i think they are the most attractive!!!! How would women be without them….jus think
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Like quite a non-stereotypical girl, I never bothered much with my own, but the possibility of ‘finding breasts in my face’, especially for the first time was a thought that I quite liked.
Cleavages are beautiful, in all measures. In fact, they are pure poetry!
Breasts can be fun. So can butts/waists/hips/legs/hair/eyes/mouth…
breasts are beautiful and yummy! and so is the whole body …. but there is something about breasts. its the most alive body part, me thinks.
and as the old saying goes, “The bigger ; the better”
And i agree with @QC; looks like our Ms Tappy is busy with boobies
I lurrve boobies. They have to be the second thing I notice about a woman after her face. I love my own. And for me, the more the merrier.
Breasts. A loaded point (pun unintended!) for every woman. I love my own.
I remember a conversation with a friend about what we’d do if we were gay for a day (both of us are straight). I constructed an elaborate plan but she just grimaced and said, “Just the thought of having to put up with someone else’s boobs makes me shudder. Don’t they get in the way?!”. I kind of know what she meant. That is the one final thought I have when I consider the question of whether I could be gay or not. I like women, find them attractive too but the thought of another body just mine leaves me cold. At the end of it, the feel of a flat, hard body is far more to my taste.
But it is interesting to note that lesbian women go through their own process of unlearning and learning new desires. Nice post.
I like big breats (and I cannot lie!)
The first time I was with a woman I was amazed at how sensual they are & finally understood why men are so fascinated by breasts & look at your boobs when they talk to you. I’m not condoning that behaviour, but I understand it now!