I love my breasts. They are big, curve gently downwards, and swoop upwards where they are topped off by rather magnificent big brown nipples (even if I say so myself). Everyday I restrain my boobs in a brassiere. I love to wear pretty bras. I have a pink and black polka dot set, a fuchsia bra with matching french knickers, a leopard print bra…I’m not even sure how many lingerie sets I own. And yes, I like to wear matching sets. I laugh when I remember my BFFFL Malaka saying, “Even your period panties are sexy”.
I don’t always feel that the love I have for my underwear is reciprocated. Sometimes my bras turn on me and attack me. At the end of a long day when I get into my car and start my 30 minute journey home I am sometimes overwhelmed by the need to take off my bra NOW. There are times I have noticed scars on my body left by a new bra, and there are some gorgeous bras I have worn once and relinquished to the bottom of my lingerie drawer.
All along I thought the fact that I invested in good quality, expensive bras were somehow good for my precious boobies. But oh no, some too known French researcher is now saying bras don’t prevent sagging. Ah, ah, ah. What a waste. I remember a conversation with my friend Adwoa who swore that she kept her big boobs perky by sleeping in her bra.
In spite of my love for beautiful lingerie, the first thing I do when I get home is take off my bra. When I’m working from home I love to wear simple ruched dresses which provide minimal support and maximum comfort. A few weeks ago I met Charlotte O’Neal who clearly doesn’t wear bras, and I thought, “Damn, I want to be as confident as she is when I’m older, and walk around with my boobs free”. And even though I love my big boobs, I am positively jealous of all the A, B, C cup women who can wear backless dresses. That’s not something I can do…
Ironically my boobs are fairly useless in the sensuality department. I have heard of women who can orgasm from having their nipples suckled. Nah that’s not me. I don’t even really enjoy my nipples being sucked. Its just okay…oftentimes sucking on my boobs does nothing for me. Sometimes its mildly pleasant. Oftentimes I just want to say, “You can skip the boobs and just head on down”.
How do you feel about your boobs? Do you love ’em? Hate ’em? Do you get off when someone sucks on your nipples, brushes your boob in passing. Lets chat.