From a heterosexual perspective my attraction to breasts is purely sexual. I have a full understanding of the role they play in feeding young children, that fact has not passed me by as a father; one could think that the connection with the base line purpose for breasts could kill sexual interest for them. But seriously, get a life! Breasts, boobs, bangers and any other derivative for mammary glands, starting with the letter B, are just fucking amazing. No seriously, they are fantastic. I have admired breasts from my early days of men’s magazines through into adult life, and never tired from of the look and feel.
Fashion plays a large part in keeping the pot boiling. Jayne Mansfield torpedo chest in the 1950’s through to cat walk models with nothing more than a pair of nipples to weigh them down. Breasts in bras, bikinis, t-shirts, men’s shirt, open air and in the bath. What a lovely sight!
For me, one of missy’s nicest features are her boobs. They have double handedly feed three children and survived a myriad of BSDM activities when we have played; and they still look great! I never tire looking at them, touching them, pulling them, biting (lightly) them and kissing them. I could be hardwired to be drawn to them I know, but the ones I love the best are the one I see last thing and night and bouncing off to the shower in the morning. ‘Breast is Best’ was the slogan for breast-feeding babies. Between you and I, they stole it from me!