As my desire returns, it’s returning in unexpected, and unusual, ways. Why am I finding myself so hungry for really big breasts?
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Dec 102015
I like breasts. I don’t like boob jobs.
Dec 042013
My friend Hy, over at the other dissolute sex blog, has an awesome feature. Every Friday, she posts the breasts of some of her readers. In recent weeks, she’s been challenging her posters to submit slightly more artful, less crude shots, by suggesting themes (covered, buttoned, in bras, etc.), but she’s been running out of […]
Sep 302013
I do love me some. I’ve written about how large breasts, and in particular those filled with silicone, or saline, or whatever, don’t particularly excite me. But I don’t know that I’ve ever written explicitly about how hot tiny lumps of breast-y flesh are to me. I love to see bras, in person, in porn, […]
Jul 102013
This is the first in a series of posts about ways that I’m a little different from what I understand to be the sexual “norm” (to the extent there is one). I like breasts. A lot. I like them big and small, almost equally. I hate fake breasts. Small to medium is ideal for me, […]
Sep 302012
Women’s breasts are so different. Are yours sensitive? Do you want me to squeeze them, pinch them, suck them, bite them? Do you want me to trace my finger, my tongue, lightly around your nipple? To flick it? Lick it? Or do you want me to clench my teeth down hard on it? To squeeze […]
Feb 292012
Yesterday, I wrote about pussies – today, I write about breasts. I like them. I like them big, I like them small. Perky, saggy, big aureolae, small ones, inverted nipples, eraser nipples – you name it, I like it. With one exception: silicone. I hate silicone. Go to any strip club, and you’re sure to […]