Buxom Woman on Top: Admire Her Breasts

We Love Buxom Girls. Isn’t She Gorgeous!
Buxom Woman on Top. Big Breasts Burden.

Like most preteen girls, I was desperate for big boobs.
But as my breasts developed, through my teenage years,
they’ve become too big for dainty bras; ones with
barely-there lace and spaghetti-thin straps.

On my first visit at 17 to a specialist bra shop,
the chatty, busty woman serving me lectured about
wearing the wrong bra size.

The right size should fit so the middle section
between the cups digs in here against your rib cage.

And the straps should be tight enough to squeeze your
shoulders and back, which should make you feel somewhat
like a whale being hoisted into a fisherman’s net.

Isn’t She Gorgeous!

When my breasts first properly showed up, an agreeable
C-cup by the age of fourteen, they became a secret
I wanted to share in in a way that wouldn’t attract
what I recognized to be the wrong kind of attention.

There’s tension between wanting to show off our new
breasts and not wanting anyone creepy to notice them.
And that predicament was exquisite for a while.

Buxom Woman on Top

I thought that with cleavage came power. But as my
cleavage amassed, I found the opposite to be true.
My ample cups seemed to hint at certain unpleasant
possibilities. Like, maybe I was dumb. Maybe I was slutty.

Maybe I liked it when people gawked at my breasts,
and when the guy driving that van rolled down the
window to say “nice tits, love” as I walked past
in my school uniform.

Big Breast Burden

Large breasts aren’t a fun burden to carry.
For years, my breasts have been spoken to
(but as yet, they haven’t talked back).

Not only that, they’re sometimes touched
without my permission—not by men but usually
by smaller-chested women curious to know “what
does it feels like” to have big breasts.

One of my girlfriends can hardly have dinner with me
without peeking at my breasts between sentences,
or announcing “Grace! Your boobs!” to the restaurant.

Then there was that charming boy at a bar who
thought it would be a great idea, on first
meeting me, to lob popcorn at my cleavage.

Too Well-Endowed?

A friend recently told me I shouldn’t
complain because I had “great tits”.

Some people think large breasts are
a nice problem to have. One woman told
me small breasts were her permanent hang-up.

If she’d had my size she would have
been a completely different person.
Isn’t that the story of life?
We want what we haven’t got.

Why Are Men Fixated
on Women’s Breasts?

Is the modern widespread sexual attraction to breasts among
heterosexual men in western society a sexual fetish.

In clinical literature of the 19th century, the focus on
breasts was considered a form of paraphillia [abnormal
sexual arousal]. Today it’s every man’s ‘right’ to stare
at a woman’s breasts.

Some have attributed the use of tight clothing and the display
of cleavage to the increase in so-called breast fetishism.

One theory is that sexual attraction towards breasts is the
result of their function as a secondary sexual characteristic.

Or is cleavage is a sexual signal that imitates
the image of the cleft between the buttocks?

Evolutionary psychologists theorize that humans’ permanently
enlarged breasts, in contrast to other primates’ breasts,
which only enlarge during ovulation, allows females to get
male attention and investment even when they are not really fertile.

The reverence and theorizing shown to breasts also appears in the
science of modern civilization. Breast fetishism is claimed to be
an example of a contagious thought (or meme) spreading throughout society.

In this context, breasts are primarily biosemiotic features
which have evolved to influence human sexuality rather than
serve an exclusive maternal function.

Many think the attraction to female breasts is a sexual fetish.
It is often said that it’s the American fetish-object of choice.

The mammary fixation is the most infantile,
and the most American, of the sex fetishes.