Although I generally consider myself to be an ass man, I must admit that I am also quite in love with a woman’s breasts. I realized this more fully the other day. I simply noticed this one particular girl who had a lovely chest: large, round and bouncy. She wore a low cut blouse with a lacy, delicate design and as she moved her breasts did as well. In this era of fake boobs one can never be sure of the legitimacy of such a sight, but I was pretty sure they were real. They had that “real” look: not quite perfect, but round and full and, the most important element of all, soft and jiggly. Fake breasts tend to be static and artificial looking, too round and hard, like someone simply cut a basketball in half, then inserted each half beneath each breast. Whenever I watch porn and see an actress with fake breasts, I move on to the next clip. I really dislike fake breasts.

What I love about breasts (the real ones) is that they are so visible. It is the one erogenous zone of the female body that many women are not afraid to show off. Many actually enjoy to show them off. Recently I have noticed an increase in cleavage. If so, then I have to say, “thank you!” to all those wonderful girls out there who display their milky mounds so brazenly. To see the soft, smooth flesh peaking through a low cut blouse, like some delicious fruit dangling from a blossoming tree, is a heavenly experience. I get hungry just looking. It is also beautiful. Yes, how I love the sight of a lovely chest, any chest, soft and alluring and full of a woman’s sexuality! After all, breasts are sexual. They scream sex. They demand sexual attention. It has been speculated that the upright position of humans allowed breasts, which exist to provide nourishment to an offspring, to evolve into something erogenous, a means of attracting potential mates. A woman stands up straight and we see her breasts and thus are aware of her sexuality and fertility. As far as I know, this is a feature of breasts unique to humans among all creatures.

Plus breasts are simply fun. They are always the first thing a girl lets you play with. Usually it starts out by feeling her through her shirt. Then there is a wonderful thrill in taking a girl’s shirt off, especially the first time, and finally seeing her naked breasts, the same breast you have fantasized about for so long. Girls are so different in size and description. Some have nice, large and full breasts, others are more petite and perky. Whatever the case, a man is never disappointed by breast size. The unique feel of her soft, smooth mounds beneath your hand, or even better, in your mouth, is an experience one does not forget. And then there are her delightful nipples. Some girls have small nipples; others bigger nipples; some nipples are pink or red, others are more flesh toned or brown. As far as stimulation, most girls love to have their breasts kissed and licked and sucked, and more than one girl I have been with has nearly orgasmed from such stimulation. As one girl told me, after I had pleasured her breasts for a good long time, and made her incredibly wet, “It feels as though there is a nerve running straight from my nipples to my clitoris.” And then of course there is the delight of the erect nipples, whether you see them by accident through her shirt, or whether you stimulate them yourself in different ways. The sudden thrill of seeing a nice pair of nipples through a girl’s shirt never gets old. It is one of those nice surprises in life. You never know when it is going to happen, just that it will every now and then. Oh yeah.

So yes, I love breasts. And I love the summer when breasts are most visible in all their delicate, delightful and delicious beauty.