In a change to our advertised programme StitchingBastards now presents…
Breasts, The Man’s View.!
As a man myself (for those who hadn’t noticed) I am personally fascinated by those two love bumps. But what is it.? What is it that makes us men (and some women) totally involved with “mammorama”.?
For me it is purely a sense of interest, I haven’t got any obviously so when the opportunity arises it is nice to have a feel and see how the other half live. When you were a kid I bet you always loved playing with someone else’s toys more than your own because they were new and more interesting, well boobs are the same to me now as my mates Millenium Falcon was back in 1985. I have dated women with big boobs, small boobs, funny shaped boobs, one boob bigger than the other and, god forbid it ever happens again, nipples that poke off in varying directions (my word I have dated some weird women) but still my love of all things breasty continues.
What about the nature aspect.? The motherly impact of the knocker must bear some relation to someone’s liking for that body part, but surely even the females amongst us have been breast fed too.? Or is it deeper than that. Do we as men seek out someone motherly for our children, to continue our blood line, and with that the larger boobed females will always show up as being more “versatile” at looking after Fluffy Bunny Junior when it comes to lunch time. Delve further and compare breast size to hip width. “Child giving” hips (perhaps that should read “a fat arse”) should attract more men right.? Maybe, maybe not. But surely bigger boobs pull the boys quicker.? Difficult.
I always favour the bigger boobies, I am a boob man after all. But thinking back through history, most of my girlfriends have been understated in the frontage department so maybe I do look past the lady lumps and head towards personality, sense of humour and ability to get knees up around ears, I certainly like to think I do.
Wish I hadn’t have written this all now…
Feel like a bit of a tit.
(Sorry, 
).