Boobies are the great wonder of the universe. Why? Who can say. But they are magnificent! I’m surprised that the wimmin folk are just figuring this delight out.
I’ve known for years. And I get to play with mine all the time! 
Shhhhh!!! Boobs…
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Well if it isn’t that much past the date you can sniff them to see if they are still good.
See? If men had boobs, why… there’d be no wars.
True… but also, fields would go unploughed and unsown, roads unmended, houses unbuilt… in fact, very little of anything would go on. It’s the endless drive to perform tasks worthy of being rewarded with boobs that makes the world turn.
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mmm…
User name/post combo win.
I read this thread, and didn’t see this, so think I am the first to post this: one added plot twist - the guys had EBIC: explicit boobie inspection clearance. You were havng fun, it involved your boobs, ergo: men get to look at your boobs and no one can bust 'em for it.
Hmmm - would men take advantage of that? Would they not care if they were fake because they were having so much fun just being able to look openly?
Let me think about that…
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More than a handful’s a waste.
Breasts are good, up to a certain size; brains are better.
It wasn’t until the industrial revolution that the main sexual attractor for men moved from the buttocks to the breasts. It’s no coincidence that the near-universal male obsession with breasts occured at the same time female employment outside the home was causing a dramatic rise in bottle-feeding.
Being asexual I am, fortunately, immune to the breast fetishization which has become so common that it’s accepted as natural. However, I have a female friend who – despite identifying as totally straight – has a compulsion to play with other women’s breasts. She often has sex with lesbians just to get access to their breasts because (she says) it’s bad form to play with someone’s boobies and then just leave.
Zebra said:
I prefer a taste test.
I like looking at large breasts as long as they are well contained. I have learned over the years that it is a mood killer for me to get a girls bra off and watch her breasts drop 2 inches, because of this I prefer the small to mid sized perky breasts. But I will watch a D cup bounce by any day.
If a girl’s breast size changes suddenly my starring will be mainly trying to figure out how I though they were a different size before, I bet you were getting checked out by those same guys after you took out the implants.
Cite? Most prehistoric depictions of women certainly emphasized voluptuous breasts, and the Song of Solomon pays them special attention–as opposed to the buttocks which it ignores.
Ummm…ok.
“Totally straight woman who has a compulsion to play with other women’s breasts.” Is that not an oxymoron by definition?
Seconded. Freaks of nature and/or exotics are interesting.
I wonder what the reaction would be to a guy walking around with his crotch stuffed with… you know what I mean. I suspect most guys would notice, perhaps laugh, because we’d know it was a joke. Women, however, I suspect would be a little more… :eek:, then :), then :D, then 
to their girlfriends, then :smack: the next day.
Hmm…this I didn’t consider! I think this is actually quite a good theory.
No, not at all. I have a friend who is a gay man–really, really gay, and not attracted to women at all. But he loves breasts. Playing with them, looking at them…but he’s not sexually turned on by them. He just likes them. Aesthetics can overlap, but are not the same thing.
I’m not into breasts. Not sure why. I was a bottle baby–maybe that’s it? I like them as part of the overall attraction of the female body, but I don’t fixate on them (like I do the butt, to be honest).
This thread really encourages over-sharing, doesn’t it?
Here’s a citation on the Industrial Revolution/breast thing–not sure I buy it, but it’s fascinating because it’s by Steinbeck, and I had never read that he addressed the controversy of the Grapes of Wrath ending:
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I work from home,seated at my PC most of the day.
The Lovely and Talented Mrs. Shodan came down about ten minutes ago to kiss me good-bye (she is off to solicit donations for a silent auction at our church). I was seated, she was standing. We kissed, and then she embraced me. For about two seconds, I couldn’t hear a thing, or breathe.
But I was happy.
Regards,
Shodan
I wounder if they were made in Portage. I live one block away from a company that makes breast implants. You don’t know the manufacturer do you. I got a car ride from one of the women that makes them.
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Thanks for the cites, David–though I do think that if I were to say something like: “I’m a totally straight man, but I just love to run my fingers through men’s chest hair” I might come off as a bit disingenuous.
BTW, have any of my fellow freeloaders noticed the Google ads at the bottom of this thread? 58L, anyone?