Coffee and a side of boobies, please
January 26th 2007 18:36
Tony finds immense comfort in my breasts. Whenever he is stressed, all I have to do is lift my shirt, and let him fondle the sweater puppies. He never does it in an over sexual way, he just cups and nuzzles and motor boats on occasion.
I am almost jealous that he derives so much comfort from the twins. I mean, they hang from MY body, yet they only cause me pain and misery if I'm not ignoring them completely. Ever tried to find a bra to cover a double D set of hooters? Not easy, and NOT cheap. Ever tried to wash the dishes holding up a massive set of twin peaks? Better get a back support, like those workers at Wal Mart wear to lift heavy boxes.
Yet, for Tony, my ta-ta's are quite literally his soft place to fall. He's not even mature about it. He sees them, cups them and says "I like da boobies" And he does. At night he loves nothing more than for me to press them to his back. He says it feels good, and that it makes him feel comforted. I need to ask his mom if he was breastfed.
Really though, isn't that what the girls are for? They're for feeding our children, for comfort. A big ole bossom is there to lay your head on, to cry your tears on, to cleave to in your time of need.
That's why I don't get a woman's need to have breast implants. Even if your mommy muffins are small, they are still a source of comfort and nurturing to your family or furture family. We overly sexualize the breast in our early life. As young girls, we can't wait to get them, as a young twenty something, we wear anything or nothing to show them off. Perfect form and roundness, and pert teeny nipples, poking through your shirt ever so sensually, even if they're smaller than usual. When you go and get implants, you take away the softness of the natural breast, you may not be able to breastfeed your future children, and you look kind of silly on top of that. I've never heard a man say "I love a pair of big ole fake balloon titties" Then again, I've neve been to Los Angeles either.
Even though my boobs are large, and hang down to my navel, they're a special part of my family. My kids love to lay on my chest while I read a book, it offers a nice pillow like consistency, when they're crying, they bury their face in my chest and cry over the tragedies of skinned knees and toys gone unshared. My husband gets both erotic pleasure, and comfort from them.
Our world revolves around MY boobs.
It's nice to have a legacy.
I am almost jealous that he derives so much comfort from the twins. I mean, they hang from MY body, yet they only cause me pain and misery if I'm not ignoring them completely. Ever tried to find a bra to cover a double D set of hooters? Not easy, and NOT cheap. Ever tried to wash the dishes holding up a massive set of twin peaks? Better get a back support, like those workers at Wal Mart wear to lift heavy boxes.
Yet, for Tony, my ta-ta's are quite literally his soft place to fall. He's not even mature about it. He sees them, cups them and says "I like da boobies" And he does. At night he loves nothing more than for me to press them to his back. He says it feels good, and that it makes him feel comforted. I need to ask his mom if he was breastfed.
Really though, isn't that what the girls are for? They're for feeding our children, for comfort. A big ole bossom is there to lay your head on, to cry your tears on, to cleave to in your time of need.
That's why I don't get a woman's need to have breast implants. Even if your mommy muffins are small, they are still a source of comfort and nurturing to your family or furture family. We overly sexualize the breast in our early life. As young girls, we can't wait to get them, as a young twenty something, we wear anything or nothing to show them off. Perfect form and roundness, and pert teeny nipples, poking through your shirt ever so sensually, even if they're smaller than usual. When you go and get implants, you take away the softness of the natural breast, you may not be able to breastfeed your future children, and you look kind of silly on top of that. I've never heard a man say "I love a pair of big ole fake balloon titties" Then again, I've neve been to Los Angeles either.
Even though my boobs are large, and hang down to my navel, they're a special part of my family. My kids love to lay on my chest while I read a book, it offers a nice pillow like consistency, when they're crying, they bury their face in my chest and cry over the tragedies of skinned knees and toys gone unshared. My husband gets both erotic pleasure, and comfort from them.
Our world revolves around MY boobs.
It's nice to have a legacy.
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Comment by DuskDevi
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You're Double D??...damn thought I was (...!)
Love this post.
Although I'm just a stormy sea cup....
Maybe this is just me, but...nope....can't write it...but, I can't be the only woman who finds comfort in cradling her own?????
Hope you're well Sandi.
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Great post