Love

So I was watching Manyuu Hikenchou, and as I’m dying from laughter at their old samurai show reference (If you miss the reference then you truly suck) it got me thinking. I’ve been at this for a very….. long…. time. I have essentially built my life around my desire for VERY large breasts. Well not entirely, but my desire for large breasts has been unflagging since I was an adolescent. I look around my room at the numerous large chested figurines, the poster I drew of the samurai girl, the wallpapers on my Ps3, laptop, desktop, cell phone and even iPad. I really love huge breasts on thin girls…. a lot. It’s like a holy grail for me, a life long quest. And one thing I enjoy most, is when I am allowed to enjoy it and not have to hide my excitement. Even better is seeing women participating in the fun and not militantly chastising a guy for it. That is the most awesomest thing ever, at least in my book. And note I say “participating” ……  not “tolerating”, two very different mindsets.

But getting back to my thought, Breasts. Big, Massive, Huge and Plump. I love them. Plain out I just love them. Will I ever meet a slender woman with such amazing gifts? Probably not. But it’s a love none the less, and don’t think it strange! I am a person, a human, a personality that does many things. But this is my one obsession, and I am allowed to have it.

I know I’ve said all this before, but I don’t care I’ll say it again cause it wants to be said.

So let’s give a toast, to the love of huge breasts.