This thing called breast.
Hi, call me Red Diana.
It’s funny that I’m writing this considering the fact that I’m female and I’m not a lesbian.
Irrespective of gender or sexual orientation, I have to agree that a woman’s breast is indeed beautiful. They come in different sizes and shapes, from small to perky to big and massive depending on what you prefer.
I’ve watched grown men lose their senses cos of breasts, oh how captivating. A perfect meal for both fathers and babies but we can all agree that men are big babies after all.
Breasts, a gateway to great pleasures for both the pleaser and the pleased. Squeezing it gently, nibbling of the nipples, suckling them like your life depended on it can open the floodgates and make her beg for more.
Lest I forget, the shaming that comes with saggy breasts. This has to end as it doesn’t necessarily mean she’s a whore, it’s simply biology. Muscles have slacked and it has lost the elasticity that once made it proud and well rounded, the size doesn’t even determine it’s strength as I’ve seen small breasts that have slacked beyond comprehension.
In all of this, you just have to love and cherish breast. A source of happiness since the very beginning.