Just one word….Breasts.
Breasts according to Dictionary.com, “Either of two milk-secreting, glandular organs on the chest of a woman; the human mammary gland”. Lets talk Breasts, also known as; bosom, jugs, norgs, cans, the girls, pair, set, rack, boobs, mammaries, hooter’s and many more disturbing names I came across when researching this topic. They come in all different shapes and sizes, and men are totally fascinated in them. I decided to talk about breasts after an interesting conversation with a guy I began dating recently.
I think I’m right to say most men are interested in women’s breasts. I have a descent size C cup cleavage so have been on the receiving end of many comments like “you’ve got a great rack or nice set”. Gee thanks, my eyes are nice too! But I do understand the male fascination; they don’t have what we have. It’s something different, something new and apparently we women don’t really have ownership of them. Let me explain when you’re young and growing up they appear and usually cause embarrassment and discomfort amongst teenage (or younger these days) girls. At that age you try your hardest to either hide them or jump for joy when you finally fit in a training bra, even if you still need to stuff a few tissues down to fill it. Once you are fully developed and the opposite sex are interested, they no longer belong to you. Men apparently take ownership of them once your dating, they have free access and fondling rights, that is until a time they are necessary for other purposes like breast-feeding. To us women they are just there, part of the body like our nose. Sometimes they get in the way especially when you’re jogging or at the gym and in danger of doing some serious damage to your face. Or when that dress you’ve had your eye on would be great if you just weren’t spilling out of it. I’ve even noticed it affects my golf game because sometimes they just get in the way, and I’m not sure where to put them, (that’s my excuse for my poor game anyway).
Ok, they can be sensitive and an extremely important part of sex and foreplay, nothing worse than having them overlooked! But what I find amusing is that men think we fondle them or play with them all day, as I discovered from the aforementioned conversation. “Don’t you like to just hold them, or touch them while you’re on the lounge?” Umm, maybe I’m speaking for myself, but no. We, unlike men are not as tactile with our bodies at inappropriate times i.e. having hands down pants whilst watching footy cupping testicles. Unless staring in a porno or in the privacy of our own bedroom we generally don’t walk around touching our boobs. Yes I use them as an asset at times, dressing and having them on display to attract attention, after all I am human and men are also very visual creatures.
But in the end they are a lump of fat on the front of a woman’s chest, one is usually bigger than the other and they can cause many a bad moment when you notice they’re heading south and not as perky as they used to be. And no, I don’t touch my friend’s breasts, unless of course they have implants and I’m curious. Sorry to disappoint you fella’s.
Posted in Sex and naughty stuff on September 21st, 2009 by Blog Admin | | 1 Comments
on September 22nd, 2009 at 9:38 am
I really like your blog, but seriously, run your eye over the posts for spelling and grammar issues before publishing.
Apart from that: Hooray for boobies!