In the battle of the sexes one advantage women will
always have over the men is their boobs! Simple as it is. it is very
comical how seemingly intelligent men turn into whimpering teenage boys
at the sight of a well-stacked women. I thought I’d heard and seen
everything for and against the mammary gland until recently when I was
in the midst of ‘matured’ men who amused themselves by analysing the
aqnatomy of fremale gtuests at a wedding.
“What’s so special about a pair of boobs?”I asked Supo, one of these
men. He had bragged he was strictly a boobs man. Actually, most men
do.I agreed with him, swearing that a woman without `more bounce to the
once’, has virtually lost her femininity! “Are you serious?” he wanted
to know. “Do you know of any other
aphrodisiac that’s been around since God created man that generates
as much excitement as a pair of boobs? It is not as if they’ve suddenly
arrived out of nowhere you know? All warm. All soft. And pleasing to
touch! New toys for the beautiful generations to play with! To make it
more interesting, you get them in various
Shapes and sizes.
“My fIrst fascination with boobs started in my second year in
secondary school. I was only 14 then and our housemaid allowed me to do
it to her. She must have noticed me lusting after her and decided to
take me out of my misery! There I was. a pubescent boy confronted with a
pair of knockers. She was huge. Just huge! I had never seen a pair of
boobs like hers in all my life. And I’d seen my mother’s and my elder
sister’s. Her own (the maid’s) just bulged from everywhere. Over. Under,
Between. Great trembling folds of flesh like a set jelly that you shake
around. Terrific! You could put your head between them and blot out the
world!
“She never bothered to keep them under wraps either. always throwing
open her wrapper to re-tie! She taught me how to hold them. Kiss them.
the biggest ice cream ever invented! It was years later that I wondered
where she learnt the tricks from – my dad or my brother? Like I said.
the housemaid made sure that I enjoyed the wonder of her boobs. She
wriggled as I eagerly followed her lead. The heat of the excitement I
felt sent a shock right through my school-boy’s body. I was a man. I had
made it! Her buba opened and wrapper tossed aside with careless
abandon. I held my first whole woman cushion against my chest and I was
drunk with lust.
“And I think I hung on to her breasts all the way through my bumbling
sex act. Hung on like my whole life depended on it. Eyes screwed tight
and shut in ecstatic wonder, I had absolutely no technique. But we got
by. From that day on. I was hooked. I stole food and money for her and
gladly helped with some of her chores – and she was generously grateful!
Muti (that’s the maid’s name), wherever you are today. I thank you for
my first launch through space. Since her. and that was a couple of
decades back. I’d been hooked on boobs. If you haven’t got them. forget
it. Having no boobs is like having a bottle of wine without a cork-screw
– how do you get to enjoy the wine?”
In case you men out there have conveniently forgotten. boobs are not
really for your benefits, you know? Actually, they are to nourish your
offsprings into responsible adults.’ Instead of latching on to your
partner’s boobs all of the time, consider the poor mite for whose sole purpose the boobs are intended.
“I’m a boobs man” Ike, a mechanical engineer bragged. ‘and when my
wife had our first son, I became jealous of him. Her boobs were fun and
oozing milk and he was attached to her chest, sucking away with careless
abandon. Could breast milk be tastier than the milk we all knew? Why
was the baby in such rapture – over his milk? I was itching to find out.
That night. I crawled up to my wife in bed. sort out her boobs and
tried sucking them as our son did, hoping to get as much pleasure as he
did from her milk. “Yuck!,
the milk tasted very unpalatable and I almost spit it out. What could
anyone find enjoyable in that?” I gently reminded him that boobs are to
provide infants with nourishment, not give grown-up kids the time of
their life!
By Candida
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