Rastagir said:
Prof pretty much said it all. And I don't see why a matter of personal taste makes a man shallow. In that way of thinking, everyone who likes green eyes is shallow?
I agree. If someone has "unrealistic tastes," that affects THEM. Have PITY on them. They are just limiting their own pleasures in life, especially if they married a woman who doesn't "live up" to their "standards." God I have too many friends like that, especially after their wives have children, or even as some exited their teenage years and widened into a full woman.
I don't know how many times before I was married I'd go to a club and just lock eyes on the first hourglass hottie, but my friends would look at me like she was their last choice in the room. But then they'd meet her later and all they could talk about is how they want to ravage her bust. I'll never forget the time I told all 3 of my friends that they had better find a date quick to get a ride home because there was NO ROOM left in my car because I had 4 ladies (they were all friends of each other) to take home. (I don't like more than one partner at a time, but I loved having them in sequence over the next couple of weeks -- starting with the last one I dropped off that night)
Sometimes I think men exclude themselves from their own fantasies, for whatever reasons. I don't know if it's the social atmosphere that drives them to go after a woman who looks like Britany Spears, or they just don't put 2 and 2 together. Or maybe I'm just so far "outside the box" that people don't understand me at all.
My best friend once yelled in disgust, "You're obsessed with tits!" and proceeded to degrade my lovers and myself. Is it SAD that I almost ALWAYS have a C+ cup (and clearly more than 80%, 4 out of 5, were D+ cup) with my lovers? Or is it SAD that all people see is the breasts of my lovers? I like what I like, full figured women with hourglass figures -- I've had a B cup or two, but they are just rare given what I like OVERALL.
I won't deny that I want a C+ cup because, not having intercourse before marriage, the tit-fuck was my mainstay. And I won't deny that I've "really gotten off best" when tit-fucking a massive set of F cups. But my wife is only a D/DD (depending on her weight) and not nearly as voluptuous as some of my prior dates, and one could even argue I've had several F cups babes that were more slender than my wife.
But I'm very happy with what I've got, COMPLETELY. My wife's figure is perfect to me, has been for the dozen years I've had her, and she's getting more beautiful to me when she ages. All my friends can talk about is how their wife doesn't have tits or she's too fat now or just doesn't do it for them anymore -- let alone the ones that complain about how far their sex has gone downhill ever since they married.
Some even have said a few things about how I must love my wife. Which is why I NEVER share how good she is in the bedroom (especially her extensive lust to give continuous head) except for on these psuedo-anonymous boards.
I'm not going to lie and say I would lust for my wife the same if she got a reduction or lost both of her breasts due to cancer. They make up a significant portion of my love making with her -- and are an essential part of her full hourglass figure. I'm not just groping her breasts all-the-time when I make love to her, and God knows if she didn't have her hourglass figure, I wouldn't enjoy her breasts (which is why it is extremely rare I like thin/skinny women with ver large breasts).
Now if that makes me superficial, so be it. But when I was much younger, the type of "superficial women" I first laid eyes on at a club seemed to stand out from what others liked. It's not always easy to gage the actual "breast size" of a fully clothed woman -- cleavage (or lack thereof) can be very deceiving at times. So even though my eventual desire would be to pump my member in between their soft, heavenly naturals, it wasn't my first thought when I saw them.
