Yesterday I received some feedback that I, and other female sex word spillers, do not discuss our tits enough, it’s always just pussy pussy pussy. So I thought I would re-post this one from 5/28/09.

But first…

Why do we not speak on our breast so often? Is it because of the duality of breasts, the mixing of sexuality and motherhood? That something that was once purely sexual, have then become something purely functionalist and therefore anti sexual. Or perhaps they are just more sexual to men than they are to us.

Men love them. Men love my tits and always have, but for me they have never been one of my most loved features. Women can be so convoluted about their own bodies. As I age,  I love my own body more and more. My tits, are not what they once were, they are not whre they started. Gravity is a bitch. My breast are a  big full C cup, one could be a D cup, mighty righty. They are big, squeezable, grab-able handfuls of flesh. They look fabulous in a good push-up bra. They are durable and can withstand a lot of mistreatment, if that’s what you are into. They are not so into mistreatment though, but like I have said before, I try to be a generous lover, and if you want to bite and box my tits around a bit, I can succumb, for awhile. I like a nice firm handling, sucks, bites, and solid squeezes. I particularly like riding and grinding on your cock, while your hands are firmly grabbing them while I ride, bouncing, but not free flying everywhere.

I have large areolas and bigish nipples that are a brownish pink and red. The nipples can be made  nicely hard  with the right manipulation. On very cold days my nipples hurt. I have one pierced nipple with a simple bar through it, I used to have both, but one was extremely crooked so I took it out. I like my nipples pinched, pulled and bitten. On occasion I will wear nipple clamps, this is a new one for me. At first it was quite painful, but now on the non pierced nipple I can wear the clamp on full pressure for several hours, the one with the piercing, is far more sensitive and difficult to get the clamp on, I can only keep it on for an hour or so.  I like the way they look with clamps on them.

I have often toyed with the idea of a breast lift, not a fill just a lift. Am I that vain? Perhaps I should start the Vixen lift fund. Just thoughts. Now on with the show…

Treasure Chest

I would give him a nice slow to fast fluctuating blow job, getting his cock slobbering wet, slick. Sometimes I would kneel between his legs his cock in my mouth, sliding in and out, bobbing, my ass bouncing, because every time I have a cock in my mouth–I also imagine it is in my pussy too, which causes my ass to bounce while I suck, it makes me wet, drip, fucking you with mind and mouth.

Once I had his cock  hard as a stone, throbbing, straining against his belly–I would rise squeeze my tits together and slide the full flesh tightly around his wet beam. Pushing them together, fucking him, able to feel every characteristic, the ridge, the curves, his tight ball lost in the warm wet meat of my breasts, the tip of his cock peeping out with each thrust up. I would crane my neck down and assume my lips in the O shaped pucker, to get a suck each time his tip pushed through my tits, causing popping puckering noises, spittle strands from my lips to his crown, then back down into the flesh, disappearing.

He liked to crawl on top of my chest and fuck me this way too. He would grab and handle my breast, roughly pushing them together, forcing his cock in my open mouth, to get it fully lubricated, then clutching them together he would fuck my treasure chest, his cock, again, hitting my lips with each drive into my flesh. Hungry, I would try to suck his cock into my mouth, but he would continue his assail in between my tits. When he was about to come he would grab even tighter, strangling them around his dick. At this point his cock is the hardest, it does not even feel like flesh anymore. His body tenses, it became as rigid as his cock and then–explosion between my tits, followed by the waves of spasms in his body and he releases his low growl into the air, slowly letting go of the clutch he has on my flesh, gently smashing the cum goo around his descending cock, then his body would collapse on top of me glued together by his cum.