Breasts

I have a feeling that this will be a popular column, because I'm going to write about breasts. Since I'm going to talk about my own breasts, it's only fair that I post a picture so you know what my breasts look like. I can already imagine the E-mails that I'm going to get, but here it is.

This picture is a couple of years old, but they look the same now. OK, now that you know what my breasts look like, I can write about them. Like I've always told anybody who's asked, they're big. Not enormous, but I think they're too big. Not only are my boobs too big, but my nipples are oversized also.

If you've read my stories, you know that exhibitionism is a turn on for me. In that regard, having big breasts and nipples is an advantage. If I want to show off my boobs, then all I have to do is wear a thin blouse without a bra. After seeing the picture, I think you can imagine the effect, especially if the top is a little shear.

If I want to show cleavage, all I have to do is put on a push-up bra. Boom, instant porn-start cleavage. Until recently, I've had problems with push-up bras, like the WonderBra and other similar brands. When I wear one, my boobs fall out of the cups whenever I move. While the visual effect might work for you, especially if I'm wearing a top that allows peeks in, it's really uncomfortable.

Last month, I sent my husband to buy me a bra (he doesn't mind, he even buys tampons without any complaints) and he came home with a push-up bra. At first I was angry. I didn't want to spend the night adjusting my bra and wondering if I'm showing more than I wanted to. But after I put it on, it was as comfortable as a normal bra and I wasn't even close to falling out of it. The only negative to the bra is that it's padded; my boobs look even bigger than they really are, so I can't use the bra every day.

Having large boobs is a pain. First off, they make me look fatter than I really am, especially because of my lack of height. I'm five-feet four-inches tall, if I'm wearing four-inch heels. I'm not saying that I'm super thin or have a perfect body, but I'm not THAT fat.

Another problem with having big boobs is that men tend to stare at them, even when I'm wearing something that isn't meant to show them off. Sometimes when I'm talking to somebody, I get the urge to slap the leering man across the face with my hand and calmly tell him that he's supposed to look me in the eyes when he talks to me, not stare at my tits.

Exercising is also an adventure with big tits. Even with a tight sports bra, I feel like I have two huge floppy cantaloupes glued to my chest. I walk for exercise, and do aerobics at home because I would feel self-conscious with my boobs bouncing around doing aerobics at a gym. I know it's silly, I wouldn't be the only woman bouncing around, but I guess I'm just a silly person. Don't even ask about running. I tried it once and felt like every guy that saw me was staring at me. While I do enjoy being looked at sometimes, there's a time and a place for everything.

I think medium sized breasts and even small breasts are sexier than big ones. I wear a 36C or a 36D bra, depending on the brand. If I had my choice, I would wear a B cup bra, not something that I can use as a grapefruit catapult. Before I had kids, that's the bra size I wore; it was perfect. I could put on a sports bra and do whatever exercising I wanted, I could wear sexy clothes without looking slutty, but my breasts were big enough that I could show them off by wearing the right bra and top. They were perky too, they weren't too big and they didn't bounce around too much. I loved to go braless, not only for the attention I got from men, but for the comfort too. The only problem I had was that they were so perky that it was almost impossible for me to sleep on my stomach. I don't have that problem anymore. Having four kids will do that to you.

I heard a poll the other day that said 70% of the women polled were happy with the size of their breasts. I have no idea whom they polled, but that number seems way too high. Among my friends and family, I would say that I can only think of one person that is happy with the size of her breasts. Everybody else would say that they have breasts that are either too big or too small.

The only person that I know that is happy with her boobs is my sister. She has really perfect breasts and happily wears clothes that show them off. Even after having a baby, she still has a nearly perfect body, a tiny waist and a curvy butt and hips that give her an hourglass figure. She's my sister and I love her with my entire heart, but she makes me sick. I used to have a very nice body, but it was never as perfect as hers is now. Yes, I admit it. I'm jealous.

If I could go back and be eighteen again, there are some things I might do differently. For example, I may have been a topless dancer for a year or so instead of working fifteen-hour days in a hot dry cleaners. I may have lost my virginity before my wedding night to somebody other than my husband. I might have made love with another woman. But the one thing that I definitely would do is pose nude, completely naked in really sexy poses. I would at least have found somebody to take the sexy pictures, but if I had a chance, I would have done it for a magazine. Just the thought of men staring at my naked body turns me on even now. I'll admit that I wasn't Playboy material, I was a little too short and too curvy, but I was more than sexy enough to pose for some of the other magazines out there. Maybe someday, if I keep losing weight, I'll put some pictures someplace on my site, but don't hold your breath.

Besitos,
Maria G.