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Six years ago, I was dating a Jewish fellow who I will call Abe. Like many men, his kryptonite was breasts, and lucky for him I am a very well-endowed woman, residing in the neighborhood of DDs. They're lovely and I adore them. The nipples don't stare at the floor, they're perky, and they're just pretty.
Now, prior to myself, Abe's sexual experience was limited to one small-breasted girl and pornography downloaded from the internet. Surprising considering he was a good looking guy, although he did err on the side of being socially inept.
When he first saw me naked, he had the look of a kid beholding a veritable sea of presents on Christmas morning... or in his case on... Hannukah morning? I don't really know how that works. His look of excitement was soon replaced with a look of confusion, as if he couldn't quite understand what he was seeing. He walked over to me and started testing the weight of each of my ladies, like he was conducting a science experiment. Then he asked me to lay down. I was perplexed, but I complied. I've seen varying reactions to large breasts, and I figured we were going to end up laying down anyway. As I laid down, my breasts fell a bit to the sides, as is normal with breasts of my size.
Abe scratched his head a little, and finally started to speak.
"I thought they were supposed to be... perkier?"
He pushed them back towards the middle of my chest and watched them fall back to the side. I wasn't offended. I laughed. I knew of his history, or lack therof, already. I propped myself up on my elbows and asked him if he had ever seen a large set of breasts before. With mock cockiness he said that of course he had.
"No no, I mean have you ever seen a set of large breasts in person."
There was a pause before he finally conceded that no, he had not.
"Well this is what real large breasts look like. Large breasts do not defy gravity." I explained to him that those he saw in pornography, while to some more aesthetically pleasing, were not indicative of reality. I also pointed out that fake breasts lack the squishy softness that is one of the turn-ons for a lot of men. He smiled at that. After several seconds of studying my rack once more, he decided that he liked mine better anyway.
While I am a strong supporter of pornography, it can give people a false sense of what is real. I know, I'm stating the obvious. I guess I was a bit surprised that some are obtuse enough to believe everything that they see. I guess that's an obtuse assumption on my part, as well.
Recently Lindsay Lohan did a spread for New York Magazine that recreated Marilyn Monroe's last sitting before a photographer, and they are revealing. Ms. Lohan, while she is not in my league when it comes to breast size, has a sizable rack. Now, while I am straight, I think women are hot. I enjoy girl-on-girl porn quite a bit. It's pretty to look at. A lot prettier than those sweaty paunchy men that apparently pass for porn stars nowadays. So when I took a look at this photoshoot, I thought she looked great, and she has great looking tits. They do not defy gravity, but they don't sag too much in the least. Her nipples aren't suffering from the dreaded "Wall-Eyed Ta-Ta Syndrome" and aren't too large. They are just right.
Imagine my surprise when much the commentary was scathing. Her tits were too saggy. They were hideous. Some people even suggested she go see a good surgeon so she could "get that shit lifted and tucked".
Fake tits, and those who buy into their hype, give those us of who are blessed with good anatomy a bad name.
