::embarrassed intruder::
Could someone please tell me where the “Great Chicken Recipes” thread is?
My breasts thank you too…
Eh, why not?
(Y)
::smiles shyly, blushes, leaves::
A cleavage homage…that’s really tits!
As you wish.
( o Y o )
Man. I should’ve started this thread a LONG time ago!
When I was 17,
I felt some very good breast.
I felt some very good breast,
I got from a girl, Darlene.
I did not treat them mean,
I liked to lick them clean,
When I was 17.
::sniff::
Brings a tear to my eye.
Thanks for the mammaries.
Breast wishes to you all.
I saw this thread coming. I’ve got precognition - I’m a precognite! [sub]Didn’t they sing that “Jeremiah was a bullfrog” song?[/sub]
Last week Tripler proclaimed he liked beer. Not exactly an earth-shaking revelation there, so I predicted that next he’d start a thread proclaiming “I like boobies.”
So Mnementh started it instead of Trip - my prediction was only off by what, an order of magnitude?
OTOH, predicting a thread about gazongas on the SDMB is kinda like predicting rain in Seattle - yer not 'zactly going out on a limb there.
So who wants a story of a Breast Encounter of the Visual Kind? (Counts raised hands) Golly there’s a lot of you. I’d better tell this good.
I work next door to a large mall and sometimes go there to eat lunch. Few weeks back I strolled through the food court doors only to be confronted by the sight of a nice looking young blond woman striding towards me in a white tee-shirt. It took me about a split second to realize that she wasn’t wearing a bra - the sight of a perfectly placed pair of nipples winking at me being a dead giveaway.
Now, I know that in “The Princess Bride” the hero opines that “There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world.” But let me say, I’ve sighted two of them. At the same time. First, I’ll say that the white tee-shirt wasn’t skin tight. That allowed the beauties to rise and fall and sway side to side in just such a way as to make it clear that no scalpel had ever been near them. No, it was nothing like watching the opening sequence to Baywatch, these moved in a wonderfully natural manner.
I stood transfixed, hypnotized as she walked past me. It wasn’t until I turned to see her walk out the door (the view from the back wasn’t bad either) that I realized she had a three-year-old boy in tow. Seeing him, I was struck with wonderment at the realization that there is probably at least one man on the planet that has seen a pair of perfect breasts, au natural.
The whole experience, having been indelibly burned into my brain, has given me a chance to reflect on the fact that men in today’s society aren’t really free to appreciate a decent set of ta-tas. Which makes me, once again, thankful for the SDMBverse, and the lovely ladies who inhabit it and aren’t afraid to showcase their God-granted gifts to the suitably appreciative gentlemen here.
Ladies, in honor of your self confidence and pride, I salute you!
I think my sig sums up my feelings on the subject…
(Mrs DVous is standing in the background nodding with a bored expression on her face)
Now, i’m not normally one for shameless self-promotion but… i love my breasts. I have fantastic breasts. They bounce, they’re well shaped, they’re pliable and soft. They’re not too small and they’re not too big (well ok, they’re quite big). I’ve known them for 22 years and they still give me joy almost every day. They’re the main reason i like hot weather. I’ve had random strangers compliment me on my breasts. I have good breasts.
They also give my SO a lot of joy, so don’t go getting any funny ideas sonny jim. Yes, he’s a lucky, lucky man 
Fran
I’m proud to say that that was my 200th post. I think all bicentennial posts should be breast-related.
This is my first thread to reach two pages. And I owe it all to breasts. I’d just like to thank the breasts of the world for… well, for existing.
Also, all you guys in here owe me for starting this and getting so many doperchicks to flash us. 
Sorry Mnem, but we can’t give you credit until you get Francesca to join the crowd of flashers.
Man, it’s been MONTHS since I’ve felt some nice, round, soft little (well, not little, B cup) breasts. I miss them, I need some replacement breasts real quick.
ANy volunteers?
I just wanted to chime in and say that Palmyra is being much too modest. There’s a lot to be said for the lean, sleek, yet curvy silhouette she displays.
[sub]…is what I heard from the single dopers in the DFW area, the ones who DON’T have wives standing over them with rolling pins. Because of course I’D never look.[/sub]
Chef, you flatter me. Thanx, but do you want to know my actual brs size?
BTW, when are you gonna post the rest of those photos?
That’s okay, pumpkin, I’ll just read the label before I drape the bra over my rear-view mirror.
gasp did I say that OUT LOUD?!?!?!?
Just in case EVERYONE didn’t get that, it was a joke. Darn it.
And I’ll post the Mardi Gras pics soon. LionSOB sent me their collection of pix from the party and I need to add them to my own, then come up with captions and figure out the simplest way to build a web page for them. (I’m not using PhotoPoint anymore because they have the temerity to want people to start paying for their service. Bastards.)
I like mine. They get in the way sometimes, like when I’m trying to button up shirts or run, and it hurts like hell to get whammed in one, but on the whole I like them. I like to wear clothing that shows them off, too. It makes me feel all sexy and womanish and stuff.
Well given the way that this thread has gone, this is almost a hijack, but not really when you consider the breadth of the actual OP.
I wonder if other people (at least when intellectualizing) find their own desires in one sense rather annoying, as I do? When I talk below about “breasts”, one could just as easily substitute any other thing or things that one finds sexually attractive, but I’ll stick with breasts because they’re a perfect example of the wider topic.
I love breasts, no two ways about it. Looking for breasts to look at, in pictures (TV, internet), or in life (at work, when walking down the street) is such a natural, all consuming thing that I barely stop to consider just how all consuming it is. I want them around me. I want them. Ask me exactly what I want and I might say (as others have in this thread) that I want to see them, I want to touch them and so on, but basically I just have an unfathomable desire for them and that’s that. Any attempt by people in this thread to say WHY they like them ends up sounding hollow. Yes they’re soft. So is the cushion on the chair I’m sitting on. Yes, their shape is pleasing, but it’s not much different to a blob of jelly on a plate or something really. Yes, they are a feature of women that you might like for other reasons, but you don’t obsess about that women’s toenails, do you? (OK, yes I’m sure some of you do, but that’s another story).
Only applying cold evolutionary logic and saying “I like breasts because I am genetically hard wired that way” really works as an explanation but that’s hardly satisfying, somehow, even if it’s correct (which I think it is).
Think about these negative aspects of breasts. Our desire for them is so ephemeral, so unsatisfiable. I want, I want, I WANT, but when I HAVE, am I satisfied? No way. I mean, OK when I have breasts in my hands and in my sight, that’s great. But I am not replete. I want more. I want to see more, I want to touch more. Even when I have them I want them more than I have them (if you know what I mean). They are like a mirage of a beautiful object in the distance that you desire with your whole being. When you reach the mirage you have a sense of achievement and you nuzzle and lick and hold and look but you still have a slight feeling of not HAVING them enough, and of not quite knowing what you wanted or why, and you sure as hell aren’t satisfied.
And they stuff up other aspects of your life. Having greater concentration on my work would make me more efficient so I could spend less of my time on it, but I spend half my time thinking about breasts (and other aspects of desire). My SO would be happier with me (which would make me happier) if I didn’t look at other women’s breasts. I would have better relationships with my female friends if my eyes didn’t occasionally slide down to their breasts. And on and on.
And we spend our whole life like this. And yes, it all makes perfect evolutionary sense, but… Someone once said that we are the most pitiable species on the planet because we are the only species to have sufficient self awareness and consciousness to be aware of our own mortality. That may or may not be correct, (other animals may be similarly aware) but in a similar vein one might also say that we are pitiable in our ability to stand outside our sexual desires and see how odd they are, but yet be so helpless in the face of them. Sometimes I think it would be easier to be able either to switch off our desire when convenient, or to be so utterly absorbed in our desire as to not be troubled by the thoughts expressed in this post.
So, you want a mating season? Some kinda Vulcan-like Pon-far seven year itch? A finite length of time when you’ll have near-blinding sexual desire paramount in your brain, to the exclusion of all other thought, that goes away after the desire has been sated, not to return until another turning of the seasons?
Nah. I think we humans wouldn’t be able to survive such a radical swing between two extremes. We’d wind up killing each other like the Vulcans do. Plus we’d probably end up with a harem-type system like lions have - one male keeping several females close by him for when he starts getting twitchy.
Nope. I gotta admit I like things as they are. Our desires are strong enough to procreate the species, but not so strong that we can’t sublimate and ignore them when we’re supposed to.