Food for Thought Friday: Boobs

For guy s and girls who like girls – what is it that you like about boobs? Is there an ideal shape or size?
For girls – how do you feel about how you feel about your “girls”? Are you happy with them? Have you always been?
For everyone – do you think the female “chest” has been over sexualised?

 What I like about boobies.  I like the feel of a real boob, it is like firm tofu at first then like Stretch Armstrong when you squeeze a bit harder.  The round shape to the underside of the boob really gets me going.  Side boob is rather amazing when it is just peeking out of a loose fitting t-shirt or spaghetti strap blouse.  Any sneak peek of a boob is rather awesome.

Nipples are wonderful also, they are so reactive.  I can understand how much fun playing with a soft cock and making it erect must be when I compare it to the feeling of a nipple hardening in between my lips.  The whole areola is amazing when it stiffens up or gets flushed with blood when an orgasm hits.  I do like smaller nipples, little pea size is awesome.  I also like when the areola is darker than a girls natural skin tone.  Sasha Grey type nipples...amazing.  However, pale nipples can really get me going also.

When it comes to size I am more of a fan of "less is more".  I do not understand this worlds fascination with huge boobies.  To me it is almost a symptom of mental illness when you have to have large breasts or when your attraction is to large boobs.  If you naturally have large boobs and you like them...great!  I am not one to argue at all, the more confident and sexual you feel with your body, the more attractive you are not matter how off my personal "boobie bell curve" you may be.

Fake boobs do not do it for me at all.  Not a fan.  I have said it before.  I understand why and I get it, but I still do not like the feel of some foreign object floating around in your skin.  I have felt one set of fake boobs that were as real as it gets, still too big for my tastes, but a whole lot of fun on that girl.

So, I guess there is an "ideal" shape and size.  Youthful would be the word for it.  However, I fucking hate "ideal" shit.  I am not "ideal"...I just am.  Like cock size, you need to just be happy with what you got.  Confidence goes a long way.

I will admit to being slightly intimidated by boobs.  While I am really good at licking pussy, I am less good at boob play.  It seems to be a really specific thing.  Nipple play?  How hard/soft?  Sucking, less or more suction?  Whole boob grab...hard massage or gently stroking?  Twisting, pulling, pinching, flicking, kneading, rolling, wet fingered caressing...

Everyone likes something different and you don't know until you ask or try.  I wish I knew more on what the options were.  I could create a flowsheet in my mind and quickly categorize the nipple play that will obtain maximum pleasure.  I need to work on this.

Has the breast been overly sexualized...in America...yes.

When we have to hide everything all the time then it becomes forbidden fruit.  Forbidden things are really desirable...ask Adam and Eve...  It would take a lot of years to get to the point where a co-ed game of shirts and skins would be acceptable.  I am not there.  If you take your shirt off my cock gets hard and my brain and body say "SEX TIME!!!"

Would I be happier with the idea of accepting boobs as body parts in public and sex toys in the bedroom?  Would women be happier being able to let the girls free and not be judged, ogled, or ostracized?

The next generation can work on this shit...I am to old to change a thing...

While we wait...show me your tits please!

HNT Flashback

I did this HNT a long time ago. Not much has changed...lol...

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Kink of the Week - Any more than a handfull...

Over at Kink of the Week they are talking about Titty Fucking!  I missed a few due to life...so I will pick up here.

Have I ever titty fucked...well, yes I have.  Not to completion, I have not had a 100% titty fucking experience.  It was just a little nibble of it.

Lots of oil or lube must be used.  I prefer grape seed oil, but any will do.  Water based lube that you use for sex will work but I find that they tend to get sticky quickly unless you can keep rehydrating them.  Perhaps it works better in more humid environments, but down in the desert it tends to dry out and make glue rather quickly.

There is not a lot of pressure either.  Titties tend to be soft(er) so you do not get the squeeze that a hand, vagina, mouth or asshole can give.  Now that is nice for the start or a brief interlude but I like a little pressure on the general.  Sure you can squeeze them and hold them, but the oil makes that a challenge.

Another issue:  I like small tits!

I am happy with a flat chest with pointy nipples or just some bumps.  A, B and MAX C is where my sweet spot for visual and mechanical enjoyment rests.  You need at least a C or a fleshy B to titty fuck.  Fake boobs do make this possible but I will go 100% on record for not liking boob jobs.

I have seen, and played with some really nice boobs in my time.  I can only say that ONE was a good boob job.  The rest...I knew instantly and it was a turn off.  I still fucked, sucked and came all over them but I prefer natural.  I KNOW I will piss people off with that statement...I get that some women want them to fit clothes, or because their kids sucked the life out of them, or they lost weight and now have fried egg boobies.  For those people...get a boob job...love your boobs...I will just stick to the granola brand of boobies, you can find a GMO consumer of your chestecles.

I think a good titty fuck shows that you are comfortable with each other and can play around a little...

So, I guess in summery, I vote YA for titty fucking!

Death becomes you

It is frightening how much I ponder ending it all.  The past 10 years has been a constant struggle, not a whole lot of "up" times.  I can honestly say that I was much happier 10 years ago, full of hope.

There was a reunion party but I did not go...could not go if I wanted to.  Would not go if I could, I already see the Facebook, real or not, that displays their success in the face of my...well...not failure...just not as much success.  (I really sound like a unappreciative bitch)

One of the tenants of stoicism is "development of self control to overcome destructive emotions".  Specifically, "to be free from anger, envy and jealousy".  On that count, I am not doing so well, I am no sage.

I have a nice house, not a mansion but who has/needs a fucking mansion?

I have cars, not nice cars and one needs to be replaced very soon, but who needs nice cars?

I have my own business, not successful I have a pile of bills and a lack of money, but I have kept it going for 8 years!

I have a family, yes they all still live at home and they have all taken a bit longer to get life started then I would have liked, but they love me and I love them and what the fuck is success anyway?

I have a wife, we disagree on a lot and basically live in a sexless relationship, we both know that I have been cheating but we don't really broach the subject, if we admitted to it I would be free to leave and she would be free to hate me for leaving and we would both be alone and the kids would be upset and we cannot afford the house and an apartment anyway and she would have to work and she has no job history or marketable skills to speak of and all the dreams we had when we were younger would be out the window and our kids will grow up like we did with parents that live apart...

But fuck it...it's just life...we get another try at it right?...right?

It's not like there is another person out there for me.

Even when I am feeling "up"  I still think of death...I imagine me smiling as the pain from the heart attack rips through my arm..."Finally,"  I whisper as I lay down in a pool of sweat grasping my left arm, "finally it's over."

OR

Should I leave.  "I haven't' loved you for many years Earl..."  just be honest and leave.  Will that bring me the happiness that I desire?  That new, fresh, clean start with all the baggage that comes with it...sitting alone in my apartment wondering why the fuck we split up in the first place and watching the life I was suppose to live slip away...

Should I stay but really TRY...what does "try" mean.  Have I been not trying?  I have all but ended the cheating, the other life, I have no one anymore that is a real viable option for that...(I dream but there is no one out there).

What does it matter anyway, my lot has been cast, I am where I am in this life.  I have people and things that depend on me, rely on me, need me.  I am needed...therefore I am wanted...I am a weird purvey, morally flexible, sex addicted, lonely, unhappy, (getting) old man...I am where I am and I should just accept this fact and Sisyphus my way to the ever after.

Sorry for such a downer post...next time I will expound poetically on the subject of ass licking...with the right partner and a good shower, it's kind of amazing on both the giving and receiving end...literally!

Kink of the week...Needle play?

Needle Play…

I somewhat understand this.  This is not a current kink of mine, however, in the past I have played with needles.  Not in a sexual way as much as a feeling of power of myself.  The following is true…I have the picture to prove it…lol…

I enjoy piercings.  I do not have any at the present time, they are all mostly healed over.  I have had many parts of my body pierced, everything has been done by me and most of them were not all that well thought out.  My nipples are the best example.

I work in an industry where I have a plentiful supply of needles, big and small.  One day while I was watching porn and masturbating in my private office (how many of us have private office for this reason alone?) I was pinching my nipple and enjoying the small amount of pain/pleasure.  I had an IV needle on the desk that had been in my pocket earlier, sterile and clean.  I got me to thinking.

I finished and put the needle in the drawer, saving it.  Later that week, while I was out running errands, I stopped by an edgy teen something store and took a look at their stock of nipple rings.  I selected a smaller gauge (I don’t need to gauge) and bought them.  I was excited.  They burned hot in my pocket and I kept thinking about them in my desk.  Did I have the courage to go through with it?

I am a needle phoebe.  I prefer to be on the giving end of any needle exchange.  Flu shots, blood draw, anything…I have to breath and prepare.  It is never that bad but I have to control my chicken shit brain before I can take the needle.  It is all inside, I do not let anyone see.

Work was done and all the employees had left for the day.  Going home means I have to be the husband, father, neighbor and all around good guy, no privacy, no safe place to explore my weird sexual side without the risk of a kid walking in, or a judgmental wife rolling her eyes and making me feel stupid and weak.  No, my kink is after hours at the office or done in private with companions who don’t even know my real name.

I broke out the stash of hard liquor that is under the desk.  Put on some porn in the private browser.  A little music and got naked.  As my cock grew harder I oiled up a little and just slowly stroked while looking and playing with my small man nipples.  Soon it was time.  I wanted to do this.

I took the large gauge IV needle from the drawer, washed my hands, put gloves on and used an alcohol wipe with betadine to clean my nipple.  The dark stain from the swab washed away but left a brownish hue to my skin.  I tried to figure out how to get the needle through my skin without going through my nipple.  I needed another tool.

I opened my office door, it was all quiet but I still listened for any footsteps or sounds.  Satisfied I walked, naked, cock hanging hard between my legs to the sterilization room where instruments are kept.  I selected the forceps from the drawer and returned to my office.  Sitting I used them to grasp the tip of my nipple….FUCK…now that was PAINFUL.

I stood and returned to the sterilization room, another smaller needle, lidocaine, and a syringe.  I set up on my desk again and took a moment to watch a little more porn and stroke myself hard, I brought myself to the edge and let go…feeling my pulse race in my ears and watching my cock bounce precum dripping from the purple head.  I love edging.

I washed my hands again, put gloves on and cleaned my nipple once more.  I drew out 1cc of lidocaine and slowly put the needle to my skin about 2cm from my nipple.  It stung and burned as the needle penetrated and the lidocaine infiltrated my tissues, instantly numbing slightly.  I could still feel but the edge was off.  It was pressure/pain now.

The forcep is easier to use and I let it hang from my numb nipple as I readied the IV needle.  Pulling out I selected my path using a mirror to ensure that I was level to the other nipple.  Measure twice, cut once.  I pushed slightly feeling a pinch and deep aching pressure as the needle pierced.  My nipple stretched out with the forceps and I could see my skin on the other side bulging out.  It is amazing how resistant the skin is to damage.

I applied more pressure and still the needle did not move.  I could feel the fibers splitting and moving slowly as the needle began to creep through my nipple.  I felt a rush to my head, was I really doing this?  I moaned in pleasure as the needle started to show on the other side, just a silver splinter winking in the light.  My cock was deflated and dripping between my legs from earlier.

The final push and the needle slid through.  I released and sat back taking a deep breath.  I took my phone and snapped a few pictures of my needle pierced nipple.  The burn was deep now and I felt it pulsing through my chest.  I selected another porn clip and played myself up to full erection again.  I snapped a few more photos with my cock hard…not that I have anyone to share these with.  I would love to have a secret kink friend who would be tickled to get a private photo of a naked, hard, nipple pierced freak in their message box, but I am alone.

It takes a while to get the needle out and the ring through the other side.  That part was not so much sexy as just fucking difficult and frustrating.  I stop and edge again.  It is getting late and I know that my phone will start to buzz with questions if I do not hurry.

I numb the other and repeat the procedure.  This is done quicker, snapping a few photos, but I know what I am doing now.  I clean up the instruments, dispose of my sharps and put everything else in to be cleaned, sterilized and packaged again.  I get a little antibacterial ointment on my way back to the office and applied it to my now pulsing nipples.  The anesthetic has worn off completely and I can feel the raw nerves jump whenever the ring moves.

I browse porn until I find one that has a good finish.  A little more oil and I stroke myself again.  Edging can either have the effect of making it difficult to cum or much to easy.  Luckily it is the latter today and I stand before the prepositioned towel on my desk.  As I stroke faster feeling my body tense, the nipple rings bounce against my chest.  I look down at the red skin and see the metal going in one side and coming out the other and cum.

Not a lot going on...but I will blog it anyway

Life is a rut, but a good one.

I had a weird event where I did too much x and ended up staying up for three days non-stop.  A real bender with the Red Head, my old friend.  It was a lot of fun but it ended up with me not being able to sleep at all and I got VERY paranoid.

I was convinced that if the sun came up, everything would be fine.  I almost felt like I was having a heart attack at one point but it was a very bad panic attack.

I have to realize that I am a lot older than I once was and I cannot burn the candle at both ends.  Time to grow the fuck up...

On the sex side of things, I am enjoying porn but I am trying to not look at it so much.  I had a new years resolution to not beat off...that lasted three weeks...

I have been scaling back on all of it.  I want to be attracted to my wife again.  She is beautiful and wonderful in many ways, but we are both NOT pornstars.  Filling my mind with pictures of pornstars effects my self image and my image or her.

We have fooled around a little but nothing regular.

I don't know if it will ever be what I want it to be...but I have come to terms with the fact that I will never leave and she will never leave me.  We are meant to grow old together....