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My Tits

In corporate america, sexual politics on November 30, 2012 at 6:06 am

My tits

Today I am writing about my tits. I love them. They are so very sensitive. They are soft, they are large and look amazingly like a fake set if placed in a push up bra, but they droop. Like grandmother tits they are saggy fuckers.

When they were growing in, at age nine, they were itchy, so I scratched and pulled on them. I became of a fan of titty torture really early in life. I pulled on my little nubile breasts and it felt so good, it relived an itch.

By the time I was 12 my tits were droopy, like I had given birth. I had droopy tits before I even realized that this was a thing to avoid. They just grew that way from my pulling on them. But they made me feel so good. I loved the way that squeezing them, pulling on them, pinching them nipples made me feel. I loved the sensation in them.

So now that I am not 12, I am an adult and I am a stripper I wonder: should I have my tits done? I struggle with this.

The mainstream concept of beauty and perfection in breasts makes it difficult to embrace a saggy set of knockers that bring me an amazing amount of pleasure. My tits are more sensitive than my clit.

I can have orgasms from having my tits played with and sucked on. But society claims that they should point north. That the saggy nature of my boobs is indicative of my less than perfect status as a sex symbol.

Do I care? Not really.

Do I need to work? Yes

So if I am still wanting to work in an industry that demands perky and surgically altered baobabs, do I alter them? What if the sensation dissipates? I do so get off on them.

Well, I’m pretty sure that the sensation is at least eighty percent mental. I’m not sure that my tits feel good as much as I enjoy having them played with, and that stimulates my mind and thus I have pleasure. But, that could change if I have them done.

What if I like them played with now, but after the work what if I over react and I get all bent out of shape and think: don’t pop them, what if you mess them up?” …

I’m not sure what I will think, what they will feel like, or if I will still be able to have orgasms through them. And that is the important part. The orgasms. SO, do I have them done?

I really do need to keep this open as an option. Since I might be able to afford a boob job right now (or have someone pay for one rather) and I have the time to do other things while I am recovering maybe I should, but how big, how high profile, am I looking for a porn star rack? Do I want them to look natural? Do I want the biggest ones I can get?

Saline or silicone?

Oh, then I think of the health risks of silicone seeping into the body. Even the saline ones have silicone bags. It is really bad for the body.

I wish that society had a fluctuating standard of beauty. I like my boobs the way they are. I thing that with a bra they look all porn star E and without they look like the boobs of a Greek goddess. So why can’t we all love my tits?

I do need to be able to work in the smut business for the next five – seven years.

I’m not sure how I feel about that.

Why is a bra not enough?

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