[M4F] Having your huge tits admired on your terms

When I was small, big breasts were everything. It was the 90s and Baywatch was the gold standard for attractive women.

It didn't matter if you had to pump a bunch of potentially toxic crap in to your body, all that mattered was having massive breasts.

Now that doesn't seem to be the case. Now it's all about a fat ass and flat chests are in.

Even clothing, everything is designed for women with little to no tits. Want to look classy and cool? No. You can either look fat because it drapes from your tits and doesn't hug your waist, or you can look like an absolute trollop because three quarters or your tit is out for the world to see.

So maybe I'm old fashioned, because I think huge breasts are the sexiest thing. When people joke about a woman being P shaped or having the build of an airpod I'm left thinking... yeah, that's hot as fuck why are you trying to imply it's negative?

Women with large breasts have enough shit to deal with. Between fashion designers pretending they don't exist, every commenter on insta replying with that stupid spongebob image even when the post has nothing to do with your chest, and people insisting on telling you how they're sorry for your back and you should really consider a reduction.

Somehow everybody seems to think they have the right, or obligation, to comment on your shape. And you're sick of it.

But at the same time... you do sometimes enjoy the attention they bring. Especially when it's a special someone admiring you, telling you how sexy you are, massaging your shoulders just right before slipping their hands down to squeeze your tits.

All your self conciousness melts away as they lick along the line of that blue vein, revelling in that indicator of immensity you possess. Laughing as they cover their whole face or even head in your bra cups and come out with the most wicked grin.

Everything about your size is exciting and sexy and should be appreciated far more than it is. You deserve it. You're carrying the weight of beauty on your shoulders and I think you need more credit for that.

If any of this has struck a nerve, or made you smile, and you'd like to chat more with a breast obsessed gentleman/pervert, please tell me whether you prefer broccoli or cauliflower so I know you've read the whole thing.

Either way, have a fantastic day breasting boobily down the stairs or however you choose to spend your time.