I admit it, I’m a breast man. I love big boobs!
It all started with a warm soft place on my mothers breast and the feeling of comfort and pleasure that resting my head there provided.
Not surprisingly, I grew up to be a huge breast man. I love breasts. I love big full breasts, soft hanging boobs, puffy nipples and huge knockers.
Large breasts just mystify me, mesmerize me and I’m gone. I cannot avoid them because let’s face it, big tits are everywhere I look. I wouldn’t want to avoid them because they make me happy. I see them at work, I see young perky boobies at the mall, I see giant boobs on plump bbws at the market, I see curves all over the place, even at my bank! There’s a delicious buxom girl named sharon who works there as a teller. She makes those long lines totally worth it!
Anyhow I am obsessed with large breasts. I admit it, I love big boobs! So, I’m here to share my breast obsession with the world. It’s sort of like my own personal coming out party. I’m a breast man and I’m proud to say it. I’ll write about big boobs, think about giant breasts, dream about huge knockers, and fantasize about all of them together in one room at one time!! In the meantime though, I’ll simply enjoy the view and write down some of my greatest memories of experiences with beautiful busty goddesses and their lovely big breasts.
