I like big boobs and I cannot lie

For a woman who was apprehensive about playing with women only 9 months ago, I’ve turned into a bit of a slut. I haven’t turned down any opportunity to play with a woman since, and I get turned on thinking about naked women. Maestro has caught me checking out women on the street, and I’m not just admiring their shoes. So what turns me on? Am I boob person? Or am I into butts? What is it about a woman’s body that turns me on?

I love curves. Soft, luscious, silky smooth curves. It doesn’t matter the size and shape of the curves, it’s just gotta be curvy. I’m on the skinny side myself. I think that’s how my lovers would describe my body. Not an athletic, lean runners body kind of skinny. More of a  ‘I don’t always eat a healthy breakfast and sometimes skip meals because I forget’ kind of skinny. I don’t exercise as much as I should, except for running for the train when I’m late, but I’ve always had an overactive brain and digestive system. And yes, a high metabolism. Like a lot of skinny women, I have small breasts too. I’m long past feeling insecure about them. They suit me. My nipples get pointy and hard when I’m aroused and they’re small enough that even though gravity is taking hold of other parts of my body (my ass is sliding down my legs now), my breasts are holding their own against the inevitable impact of time and hormones.

I admit, this is most likely why I’m fascinated with big breasts. Our last two lovers, Gabriella and Chloe, were voluptuous, curvy and incredibly sexy. When Chloe came over for dinner and a cum, we gorged ourselves on tacos, cocktails, and titillating jokes. And as delicious as Maestro’s food is, I was mesmerized by her cleavage throughout dinner. Standing in the doorway to our bedroom, Maestro wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. He then slid behind her, lifted her shirt over her head and presented her to me. Her pink-striped underwire bra could barely contain her breasts. I leaned forward, kiss her breasts, squeezed them and rolled her pink nipples between my thumb and forefinger. They were soft and smelled like baby powder and lavender. I pushed my face between them and inhaled deeply, losing myself to her scent. It was intoxicating. I shifted my face side to side, enveloping my face in her luscious curves.

One we were on the bed, Maestro released her from the confines of her bra in one quick snap. While Maestro licked her pussy, I curled up beside her and played with her nipples. One of the most erotic sensations I’ve discovered since playing with women is laying beside a woman having a fantastic orgasm – holding her, playing with her breasts, stroking her hair – sharing her cum with her. Chloe also liked BDSM, however, so instead of nuzzling her breasts when she came, I was biting her inner thighs as she requested.

Maestro had the most exquisite experience with Gabriella’s ample breasts a couple of months later. After she played with herself with my little pink bullet vibrator (small, compact and powerful!) while watching us fuck, and then cumming while Maestro sucked on her sensitive clit and fingered her juicy pussy – I gave him a blowjob while he curled up in her arms. Exhausted from multiple orgasms, she watched me swallow his cock, mesmerized by his thick beautiful shaft plunging into my mouth. She grabbed his soft curly hair, pulling his face in to her cleavage. Her breasts smelled like the outdoors, he said. Fresh and green, with the slightest hint of coconut from her sunscreen. They were like soft cushions that welcomed you and made you never want to leave.

I talked for hours after Gabriella left about her breasts. Sweet, soft, plump, juicy, round, delicious, fragrant, comforting, squishy, welcoming – the adjectives are endless. Yes, I’m a boob person.