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Boating trip & Big Tits
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Boating trip & Big Tits Let’s start with Halloween. Naturally there was no big party. It’s not celebrated hugely here (well, not at least 😝) and in these days, even less so. Let’s just admit it, it’s just one more day dress like a slut in public anyway. Lol. At least in the clubs when they were open. Ah well, the times we live in and the good ol days. Anyhow. I spent Halloween a friends....well, the husband’s friend’s sailboat. It was supposed be a boys-only fishing trip, but one of his friends, the owner of the sailboat, his wife was joining, so then the invite extended out and I thought it’d be a good time cement our make after our brawl, so we went. There were 6 of us in total; the owners of the boat, whom I’ve know for years, another couple (I know the guy well enough, his girlfriend I was meeting the first time) and us. I knew them pretty well cos they were the husband’s buddies, so I knew realistically, there wasn’t gonna be much fishing. Just a fair bit of drinking 😋. I naturally tagged along cos I had secret hopes of getting a good, all around tan. We sailed out quite far. Well it was far. Far out enough we didn’t see any other boats anywhere near us. the guys helped out during the sail out, and I offered too but seeing how I know fuck about sailing, they kinda declined. Lol. I even offered help out prepping food but there was no prepping while we were moving. The husband then suggested I just go lay out in front and enjoy the ride, so I did. P, the other lady joined and we laid out towels and soaked in the sun. Which wasn’t really there cos it was cloudy. I was thinking about it the whole time so it didn’t take long before I asked P if I could take my top off. Figured it’s her boat too, I’d best ask. She said of course, so I did. She kept her swimsuit on for awhile longer before she too removed them. I could sense the other girl was getting a little awkward so I made it a point to tell her if she didn’t want to, it was okay. She looked like she thought about it for awhile and then took her top off as well, but I really think she just didn’t want to be left out cos she did not seem comfortable at all. Lol. Either way, the guys didn’t complain. After we stopped, we ended sitting around the main area just drinking and chatting. I don’t even remember when or how, but by the time the sun was beginning set, I had already taken off my bottoms and was sitting around nude. The guy who wasn’t sailing ended drinking a bit too much and he “retired” early. By the time we got back it was already dark and we were dehydrated. It was a good, clean fun day out. 😊. Which reminds - awkward girl was awkward the whole day. Which was a bit odd cos I thought she had beautiful breasts. I’m sure everyone did. The husband sure did 😋. They were large, full, and very even. I’m literally tit envious. Lol Which then prompted the idea of implants. I’ve entertained the idea before, and I think I’m still on the same page. Of course I’d like bigger, more even, gravity defying tits. But I sure as hell am not willing go through with surgery. And then there’s the healing process. Yikes. Don’t think I can go through of that. 🤷🏻♀️ Anyhow. That was Halloween. Not too exciting. No dress this year. Okay...that’s not entirely true. We have been role playing a few times so far, so I Guess that make ip for it...? Moving 😝 I don’t know what it is about VOLs that really get but I do detest them so. I used just wear seamless undies but they still show. Then it’s thomgs and gstrings, but those show too. So since... god know when. Years ago. I’ve always gone without undies, especially with anything tight, like literally all exercise gear. The issue with that is, it almost always will result in cameltoes. Which in itself shouldn’t be that big a deal, except people make it a big deal. 🙄🙄🙄. I understand the urge to look, but don’t act lo awkward about it. Lol. Some people, I tell ya.... I recently bought tights online. They’re obviously knock offs from a more popular brand. It’s not blatant, but the designs are almost identical. Anyhow. I ordered a few and they came. I wore a baby blue exercise shorts and a matching sports bra to cycle on Sunday. That was the first time I wore them. It was hot AF on Sunday and I was sweating through them in no time. It was about an hour in when we stopped for a drink. It was a double whammy. First , the cameltoe was....intense. Lol. Even I couldn’t stop staring. I tried to adjust but every time I start pedalling, the shorts just buries itself in there. Then the top reacts to sweat by sticking to the skin. It’s supposed to be Lycra fibre but them being knock offs, they were just thin and...well, pokies galore. Of course, after I got going again, and with fatigue setting in, I really couldn’t be bothered but it was almost comical how many heads I managed to inadvertently turn. Heh. So...if you were blinded by a lcameltoe+police combo, uh....wel.greeting!🖖. Lol |
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Oh! Wanted to ask - would you consider going u see the knife purely for aesthetic reasons? Curious mind is...uh...curious to know. No judgement pls. 💋
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That’s hilarious about the exercise wear. Do the bike shorts react the same way to sweat? Is that why they showed next-level cameltoe? Where anyone can see damned-near every fold of your labia?  No wonder even you couldn’t stop staring! I probably wouldn’t have been staring, but have been licking ... however we aren’t here to talk about my problems.  I suspect, with all of those wonderful curves you have, even without the explicit-wear, you tend to draw a lot of eyeballs. However, showing off your nips and pussy, for all to see, probably amped that up about a-hundred percent! Now I kinda wish I‘d been there ... Awesome. You ended up without your bottoms, on the boat? And you don’t even remember when? I’m sure all of the conscious and unconscious lessons we learn growing up inform how we see ourselves in every specific environment, so I would guess that awkward girl probably isn’t as comfortable with her body as you are. Maybe you should have a conversation with her, and offer some suggestions for how she can accept and love herself a little more, as you do (um, not literally “love” herself ... unless the conversation naturally goes in that direction LO . Having more women who are comfortable with themselves to be less-clothed (depending on the environment, of course), is not bad thing. As far as the knife, I can offer up an opinion, but it doesn’t count for much, since I’m on “the other side” (without any “skin in the game”, as they say). Personally, I prefer natural. Implants don’t look quite right (when you see them in their entirety), and kinda don’t move. Size isn’t the giantest consideration in my world. Like the pornstars who get them, she looks fine when she’s dressed, as they do fill out the cleavage of a dress or top, but when we get to the fun part, they just don’t seem as appealing. Though I haven’t had the opportunity to handle a pair myself, I’ve seen much discussion of they are kinda hard, which might not be the best thing for this body part? But, as far as the important question, yes, having surgery just to gain this “benefit” does seem a little-bit short sighted. Besides, the most important part of a woman is the part between her ... ears! (ha! that’s not what you thought I was going to say, was it? LO I’d rather find someone I get along with, in that aspect, and then the rest is just gravy. Well, that’s my are-like-assholes on that subject!  -- allgud69xxx Yeah ... that's right ... I went there .. Wanna msg, but can't - my Postbox blog Another way to say hi my Postbox
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Sounds like you had a fun Halloween floating around the ocean. Reminded me of trips I used to take out to Thousand Islands just off Jakarta, alcohol fueled naked fun in the sun  Although there are some genuine reasons for cosmetic surgery, I don't understand anyone wanting to go under the knife for breast augmentation, purely for cosmetic vanity. Personally I can have a lot of fun with whatever Breast material is presented before me   .....From what I have gleaned reading your Blog, sounds like you are blessed with a particularly fun Set
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You are old enough to make the decision yourself. Perfection is over rated. The small imperfection that keep life interesting. If it was up for a majority decision, I would vote to stay with the original design.*Y*
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somehow ive always got the idea you got implants, maybe its your titty fucking sessions, not many can do it you know
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Keep it natural dear. Less complications,
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I feel a little sorry for the woman who felt uncomfortable. If she didn't feel comfortable about taking her top off, it's too bad she didn't just leave it on. It seems like there must be a way to say, "If you don't want to take you top off, it's OK", and have her not feel like a spoil-sport. Too bad it had to be a no-win situation for her: uncomfortable about showing her breasts, or uncomfortable about not going along with the crowd. Enjoy displaying the skin, or take pride in independence, I guess. So, what about cosmetic surgery? The first answer is not really what you're asking about, but it's yes -- for restorative purposes. Skin grafts for scary-looking burns, breast implant after mastectomy, etc. are all well within the range of justified use. Correcting something that looks "wrong" to most eyes makes sense. Looking way out of most people's idea of a normal range makes it hard to get along in life, in work and socially. That leads to another point not what you're asking about. If someone has a profession where looks are very important -- porn star breasts, aging actor wrinkle treatments, etc. -- then I understand too. They spend hours in the gym to maintain their looks for the job, and I suppose it makes sense for them to suffer the pain of surgery too. (That said, I kind of admire actors who stay natural.) Then there's purely cosmetic surgery for "normal" people. I don't think that makes sense. As long as you're not going to make people look funny at you for being an outlier (in a bad way), there's no advantage. Judging from your blog, you aren't missing out on any sexual opportunities due to having normal breasts instead of giants. And it doesn't sound like your work has anything to do with breast size either. In my case, I had a cosmetic add-on to a medically-advised surgery. My lower and upper jaw didn't quite fit properly, and I had pain in the joint. I got surgery to lengthen the jaw by breaking it a certain way and resetting it so that it was somewhat different, including making it something like five millimeters longer. The cosmetic add-on was that they made my chin a little longer, to match the change in jaw length. The added medical risk for the chin was minimal; the jaw surgery was the serious job. As lasting side effects, I had a small burn scar on my lower lip from the heated scalpel they used for some parts of the work, and reduced sensation on my chin skin on one side due to a bruise to a nerve during the jaw surgery. The risk of side effects is real, so that's something to think about, beyond just the question of whether you'd enjoy the way they might look.
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Another thought: my evil ex-girlfriend falls into a gray area between work where appearance is professionally important and "normal" people. She was at one point a model and actress, who did some magazine work, music videos, ads, and such. She had ambitions of getting back into modeling and acting, but she had aged out of modeling other than being a brand-name, or acting other than being recognized for talent. She was a toxic narcissist (the central reason that I refer to her as my evil ex-girlfriend), and refused to accept that she had aged into "normal people" range, rather than model-and-actress range. That's why I call her case a gray area. Another thing she apparently didn't consider is that she did just fine in earlier years with her nice, matching "C" breasts, so the people who decide such things obviously didn't mind. Anyway, she got the boob job, maybe to feed her fantasies of returning to modeling and acting, or maybe just out of narcissism. At the doctor's advice -- I think reading her narcissism -- she pumped up her nice matching "C" pair to a double-D pair that didn't quite match. The post-surgery convalescence was pretty miserable, not just for her, but for everyone around her because she was such a drama queen. She hired friends to help me take care of her whims while she recovered. (Who has to hire friends to help out while they're just out of surgery?) A big part of the convalescence care was applying this really expensive salve to the wounds to reduce scarring. Eventually, she was recovered enough to go back to her modeling agent, who was still polite enough to meet with her even though she hadn't modeled in years. The modeling agent immediately noticed the mismatch between the left and right, and said she needed to sue the surgeon -- and said that they were way too large for any modeling other than porn. She also noticed that they were uncomfortably heavy. She went back to the surgeon, insisted on a rebalancing procedure, and reduction to single "D". The doctor warned of further scarring risk (and more of the expensive salve), and tried to talk her out of it. Partly he was trying to avoid doing some of the work for free, since he did acknowledge that they were out of balance. But there's always risk with surgery. Anyway, after some arguing with the doctor about fees, they settled on waiving the doctor waiving his surgeon's fees, but she'd pay for the operating room fees. (That really meant that I paid, because she was out of money by that point.) It was still pretty expensive -- an outpatient surgical center close to Beverly Hills. It went smoothly. Then there was another round of convalescence. This time the hired "friend" was her stepfather's daughter-in-law -- and she had just finished recovering from her own boob job. I don't know what she looked like before, but the result was like a pair of soccer balls. They squashed together in the middle, and still protruded far enough on the sides to cover up most of the width of her upper arms. She was obviously pleased with them, because she showed them off through tight shirts that tickled her nipples into constant pokies. After she finished her visit as friend-for-hire, the evil ex-girlfriend got an e-mail from friend-for-hire's husband, expressing outrage that I had been such a pervert that I not only noticed friend-for-hire's soccer balls, but also looked at them. But that friend-for-hire's husband didn't stay angry long; he went to jail for some kind of fraud related to his job at a car dealership, giving him more to worry about than who noticed his wife's soccer balls. Oops, that had nothing to do with the convalescence itself. The main thing that was new was that the scar salve wasn't keeping up with the scars as well that time. The scars weren't all that conspicuous -- and visible only when she was topless -- but they apparently itched like crazy. That was part of her excuse for being really irritable, even if the main reason is that by that point in the relationship I wasn't feeding her narcissism as well as her personality disorder demanded. I forget exactly when all that took place, but I think her scars were still itchy when I finally got together enough sense to dump her and move back to Seattle. When I returned a few weeks later to retrieve possessions that hadn't fit into the first U-Haul trailer load, she was convalescing from yet another surgery, with the aid of yet another friend-for-hire. But it wasn't a third boob job; she was getting her wisdom teeth out, something that was actually medically warranted. Her attitude reassured me that I was lucky to have left when I did, if not lucky to have stayed as long as I had. Anyway, that's probably too much information.
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