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I'm sorry, I was looking at your boobs. What were you saying?
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I'm sorry, I was looking at your boobs. What were you saying? I decided at a young age that boobs were by far the devil as well as the greatest assett known to mankind. They've been a problem and a blessing at the same time in multiple situations since they began to debut when I was ten years old. My mother casually metioned that she'd be willing to buy me a sports bra if I wanted one. It was her clever way of not alerting me to my budding womanhood as well as not scare the crap out of her little tomboy by making me look at lacey bras with underwire and bows. She is a rather crafty woman and I we took home two. One in black and one in white. It took a week for me to figure out that I was the only one wearing them. Fast forward two more years - I'm standing in a dressing room with a dress resting on my already ample chest and tears streaming down my face. We were looking for Christmas dresses and nothing would fit past my boobs. We had to begin looking in the juniors department and I was so upset I could hardly breath. I thought it meant I was fat and I was heartbroken. My stepmother explained the concept of boobs and what it actually meant and I couldn't have been more devastated. I knew my breasts were larger then the other girls in my class, but it hadn't become blatantly obvious until that day in the dressing room. Skip ahead again one more year. I had come to accept that I had big boobs and that it meant shopping differently. We were at a family gathering at the lake house for a birthday and I was standing there, drinking a soda and talking to my uncle. We were talking about school when he looked at me and with a serious face said, "How big is your chest?" (I realize years later that my uncle might have some sort of crush on my but I'll leave that for another post.) Without thinking I replied, "I'm a 36 B." He looked me over and quickly said, "No, I don't think so." I looked at him and told him matter of factly that I thought I knew better then he did what size my bra was. He looked at me again and told me, "No, you're bigger. E (my cousin) is wearing a C and you're definitely larger then her." The next day I was fitted for a 36D bra. I cried all the way home again. Middle school continued with me wearing large t-shirts, over-sized jackets, and constantly sitting with my arms crossed. I was horribly ashamed of my breast size and the questions that were rapidly fired at me at sleepovers about what size I was, if they hurt, do boys like them, what do they look like. In high school it all changed. I don't remember what did it, but I began wearing fitted shirts that showed cleavage. I began to get things bought for me, men at my mom's office stared when I came to visit her, I was making tons of sales at the store in the mall that I worked in. While the other girls at school got in trouble for wearing skirts and shorts that were too short, I was talked to about the amount of cleavage that I was displaying. Apparently some of my male teachers were having problems with my classroom attire. At graduation I was a 36DD and using my boobs for all they were worth. Through college I used them to the best of my ability and it never ceased to amaze me what a nice pair could make happen for you. It wasn't until I started dating my present g/f that I realized just how affective my cleavage was. She and I went out quite frequently and she would openly oggle my breasts. The most memorable moment was last summer when we were having dinner with her two girls. It was kinda warm in Texas and we decided to eat on the patio at a favorite Mexican food restaurant. I was wearing a black flowing skirt and a bright blue tube top. We both had our suglasses on since the sun was out in full force. I was relating a story about work to her and realized I was just getting "uh huh" and head nods in response to what I was saying. I wordlessly pulled her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and realized she was once again lost in my cleavage. "Clandy! Seriously?!?! You've seen them in shirt, out of shirts, in bras, out of bras, in shirts without bras and in lingerie!" She just giggled, kissed me on the nose and told me she loved my boobs. Another favorite scenario - my roommates. All three are men... all three are gay... and all three will stop mid sentence when I come downstairs dressed for an evening out. They are mesmerized and I've been pulled on stage at the drag shows here in Michigan more then once to have my breasts talked about. Everyone loves a good pair - bi girls, straight men, gay men, bi men, straight girls (oh yes - they've commented and asked if they could touch as well). I've learned to love them as much as everyone else   |
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From what I've seen, they look great, but I can't take the internet's word for it. I'll need 3D interaction to verify their awesomeness. Smart as a horse and hung like Einstein.
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True, but you're not the real A. It's not easy. I know many men who will look at the big boobs, but wouldn't touch them if you paid. They like 'em small. I like 'em sensitive, whatever size they are. I've been with everything from small A (didn't need a bra ever) to FF (okay, she was nursing, so what). The one that was most comfortable in what she had was the A (and she was sexy because of her confidence).
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4/29/2008 1:38 pm |
Real "A" is better than a fake "C" any day. Just use what you got,
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I have always been fascinated by big boobs! This is probably because I do not have any to speak of. I know that I have been guilty of staring at a busty chest many times in my life! I would love to "buy" myself a pair, but that kinda seems like cheating. 
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4/28/2008 1:41 pm |
uh huh... uh huh... LOL.. just kidding.. loved the story..
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4/28/2008 1:27 pm |
I'm sorry, I'll be honest, I was staring at your cleavage. I'll read the post again... And I do enjoy the blog, regardless of your chest size...
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4/27/2008 5:41 pm |
I have always been fascinated by big boobs! This is probably because I do not have any to speak of. I know that I have been guilty of staring at a busty chest many times in my life! I would love to "buy" myself a pair, but that kinda seems like cheating.
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I hear ya. I'm an ass man, but I still can be stopped dead in my tracks by a nice pair. My lady has both. God bless a women with curves.
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4/27/2008 9:31 am |
I have to one of my weakness is a nice chest. I was bottle feed after all.
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4/26/2008 7:10 pm |
God bless boobs for sure
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4/26/2008 5:34 pm |
It would be a pleasure to see them in real...to at least get the full wow effect.
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4/26/2008 4:28 pm |
how ironic is your main picture on your profile hahahahahah hope all is going well in michigan miss ya
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