I don't know why, everyone on the suggestion board is posting their suggestions in all caps. So why not continue that? We have threads about men and women, we have threads about doing it - together and solo. We have threads about your first time, your best time, your worst time. But we take so little time out to focus on the details. FOCUS: Let's take this time out to talk about one of the most important details of all: TITS. If you have them, what are yours like? Do you enjoy them or do they cause you trouble? What do you like to have done to them? If you don't have them, what kind do you like? What do you do to them when you have the opportunity? What does a picture of your ideal set look like?
Tits are obviously the greatest invention of all time. There are so many wonderful activities that a nice set of tits bring to the table. Personally, I find nothing more amazing than watching titties bounce around, during sex or otherwise. It is hypnotizing. My favorite set of tits in the world belong to none other than Ms Keeley Hazell. Just look at those things. Great size, perfect symmetry, amazing shape and hang, and all topped off with a great nipple. Who could ask for more? She is so hot that, given the opportunity, I would seriously consider drinking her bathwater.
I'm proud of my tits. They are naturally perky and I get quite a few compliments on them. My only real issue is finding clothes can fit me. It's difficult to find a dress that doesn't make me look like a prostitute.
I had my husband analyze the delightful portrait of Ms. Hazell up there. His verdict: Mine are of similar shape, slightly smaller and therefore perkier, with similar nipple but smaller areaola (areolae? areolas? whatever). I also think mine are slightly more separated, but it's really nitpicking at that point. Suffice it to say I have a very respectable set of perky 34 C's. Honestly, they are one of my favorite things about myself. They are (just barely) small enough that I can go bra-free in dresses that require it, but large enough to generate spectacular cleavage with judicious use of underwire and/or padding. In additionally fortunate news, they don't change much when I gain or lose weight. Anything and everything, as long as it's not too rough. When we were first dating, my husband used to drive me INSANE by putting a hand down my shirt and idly fiddling with my nipples while we were watching TV. Something about that incongruous combination had me wanting to jump his bones inside of 10 minutes.
The absolute (and quite possibly only) best thing about this heat wave is that all the girls in the city are wearing their most boob-showing-off shirts. It's just amazing.
As a nerd (degree in physics & engineering), portions of my college years were spent hanging out with other nerds. And, I'm old enough to have worked with DOS and BASIC . . . one of my nerd friends had written a program that would generate a profile of "your" perfect breasts. You could enter size and cup data, then modify slope, shape, nipple placement, etc. Keep in mind, too, that the "output" was a collection of "x's" displayed on a small computer monitor. Not even color - that odd orange color on that blackish green screen. THAT is how much men desire to stare at a perfect breast. God I love tits.
There's nothing better than boobs. I don't trust any guy who says he's a "leg man" and not a boob man. Really? Little kids have legs, old people have legs, animals have legs, a glass of wine has legs, are you attracted to them too you sick fucks? ARE YOU?!
I guess I'll direct this question towards the more......top heavy TiBettes. Do you ever try to imitate a Newton's Cradle with your boobs? You know, just lean over and smack one of them. And then watching as they bounce back and forth off of each other until gravity, friction and wind resistance slows their momentum until they fall perfectly at rest. I ask this.......mostly in the interest of science.
Sure, except tits don't occasionally have poop coming out of them. The poop-factor is the clear tipping point in that debate.
I'm gonna side with hooker on this one. It's all about the ass. Also, just wait until whatever woman you con or drug into having your child appears with two big matching lactation wet spots on her shirt.
I have a love/hate relationship with my boobs. I love that they're bountiful and bouncy, I love having my nipples played with, I love a rough, handful grab of the whole tit. I love having them slapped. I hate that they make it painful to run unless I cross my arms over my chest and look like an idiot. I hate that they force me to buy shirts that are way too large in every other area, I hate that regardless of what kind of top I'm wearing, the very first thing you notice is the twins. I hate that they can make a turtleneck look obscene. I hate having to spend 5 minutes adjusting them in order to sleep on my tummy.
Hooray BOOBIES!! I am thinking of piercing mine again. I used to have 12g rings through both, took 'em out for breastfeeding. I'm cringing at the healing process again, when I got them pierced the first time I didn't feel anything too bad til the next day. Then it was agony for a good week at every bounce. Damn D's...I did love them once they healed. TIB vote?
This is not a unique issue to you. It doesn't matter what size you are, if you are female, the first thing I notice about you is your boobs. If you are not facing me the first time I see you, I will go out of my way to get in front of you to check out your boobs. Just keepin' it real. Was it Ron White that said, "Let's be honest guys . . . once you've seen one girl's boobs - you pretty much want to see all of them." Also, I haven't heard this joke yet, but I'm sure a thousand comedians did it. J-Lo and Mark Anthony are getting a divorce. Mark Anthony is trying to get custody of the twins. He may also be interested in the children.
I actually hate my tits. They're too big. Because of their size, they've always received too much attention during sex. Like... yeah, yeah...tweak my nipples and slap them around a little, but those fingers are much better suited to be doing something else. Massive tits makes shirt and dress shopping so complicated. I rarely wear strapless shirts because when I do, I look like I'm wearing a truck tire under my arms. I hate when men stare at them during conversation. It's so fucking juvenile. I'd totally trade my fun bags for a cuter ass. But long distance running seems to be taking care of that, so maybe in the next few months I'll have an ass you can bounce a quarter off of.
Interesting arguments. "Motivational" posters are always hilarious. (Well, most of the time.) Now that we are using visual aids, I offer exhibit B. Exhibit B. For breast.
I was spoiled, because my first girlfriend in college had the most fantastic pair I've yet to see in real life. Perfect shape, slope, perkiness, nipple, areola, size, color, EVERYTHING! Big enough to be a handful, but not so big that they kept her from doing jumping-jacks. They filled out a shirt/dress/whatever enough to keep things interesting, but not so much that the attention was obnoxiously obvious. Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed every set of sweater-puppies I've ran into since then - but I'm not going to be able to settle down until I find a contender.