"My favorite thing about my wife’s boobs is how much she likes me liking them."
"Underboob."
"It’s better if you capitalize it.
B = top view
oo = front view
b = side view
Boob. It’s perfect."
"Women are taught from a young age to cover them up. They’re not to be shown. They’re not okay for other people to touch, etc. Call it Puritan, conservativism, misogyny, whatever. It happens a lot. So when I start dating a woman, it’s a universal understanding that they will be covered and off-limits.
At some point, however, should the relationship mature, that rule begins to fade. And when it fades, it’s like a symbol of acceptance. It’s representative of how she no longer views me as “the public” but someone within her private circle. And to the women who actively took my hand and pressed it against their bodies:
You have no idea how much that meant to me in that moment. It felt like a physical acceptance of who I am.
So what’s my favorite thing? The significance of how much I mean to a woman if they’re suddenly in play."
"Life hard, life cold. Tiddy soft, tiddy warm."
"They’re so soft! My wife keeps telling me they’re not playdough/toys but they are!"
"The shape, bounciness, and how they hang on all fours."
"Cleavage. Very few things on this earth top a deliberate, nice cleavage."
"That they’re usually attached to women."
"They make great pillows for napping."