I had the wrong attitude when I first saw this thread, then first clicked ...
When I saw you posted this new thread, I had the wrong attitude to start. I was saying to myself, "sigh, enough with the breasts, the full, womanly shape is what satisfies me." Especially at the thought of your unreal 34D-24-38 shape. I'm sure I say that so much that some are sick of hearing the same 'ole, same 'ole. A few others probably see me as a guy that lusts a bit too much to almost a "fake" level, trying to impress a OCSM or two. Even I have to admit I had to step back and watch that I don't vary from "being myself" and get so focused on "agendas" instead of just enjoying pure beauty with my raw, male lust.
So then I clicked. And just as I started browsing, I then thought something else yet unconstructive. "I would rather see 100 shots of Britney's cleavage than 1,000 of other women." Luckily it wasn't long before I noticed plenty of your shots. Then realized there were plenty of you and many women I totally oogle, in many forms, with just their cleavage as the centerpiece.
You had plenty of Denise Milani's hourglass form with breast and body barely covered along with hardbody Bianca Beauchamp (regardless of whether they are natural or not, I'm glad you didn't waiver from including such). You had several of my favorite Japanese Gravures like Harumi Nemoto and Yoko Matsugane. A couple of my favorite models (like heavenly Sophie Howard and newer-found love Karina Hart), even some only one or two pics of each (like Aneta Buena, Brandy Taylore, Tera Cox and Ashley Moon's dream bra-buldging-rack, among others). Then a couple more of amateurs that I've glanced before, with many I haven't seen. Hell, you even included Salma Hayek, one of the few actresses that I find remotely actractive because she has a figure and does sport nice cleavage (not to mention being a brunette raven knockout, which Hollywood focuses way too much from the neck-up only, but fits nicely with her body for myself).
I know I'm too wordy, but I always feel I must explain myself. You are an enigma, but one I know already. You know
exactly what men want, even when we don't think we want such. Then
you give it to us and it was
exactly what we wanted. Because my wife does the same as well, she
knows me better than I do. That is the testament to a good woman and the ultimate lover, a woman who
knows her man better than he does himself.
After all, before I was married, cleavage was the staple depository for my semen. I never liked condoms, but I wasn't about to chance her or myself to statistics (although I definitely enjoyed eating too much pussy, under the stupid belief that STD transfers weren't possible). As much as I lust for the hips, the fanging lower body, the manhood engulfing figure, I'll say it, "I first loved tits." I loved to splatter them with male lust -- with my hands, in my mouth, and definitely around my erect member with motion until I unloaded without any use of my hands. Oh God how I loved a woman who knew how to use hers to my climax, as well as the new lover who was "new" to the concept of my sticking my manhood reverse into her bra or top and unloading into it.
Thank you for posting this! My you have picked as I would have -- knowing many of us men better than we know ourselves! Sometimes I get so wrapped up with "justifying" my lust and trying to keep myself from getting focused on that "set of anatomy" that I miss the simple fact, "I love tits." I lust, I cum, I relish in the thought of near endless selection and enjoyment. I'm a selfish, male pig, and although I want a woman with everything, nice cleavage satisfies that quick -- or extended -- glance.
One of my favorite "random girlfriend" shots is of this woman who I was introduced to on another board about a year or so ago:
One has to definitely have to see her assortment of pics to do her busty, stocky-apple figure justice, but these are very enticing on their own in any glance.
Of course, there's just your sweet, but not-so-innocent, poses, like this one:
Are you just teasing your lover? Are you looking up at him just before he puts his manhood in your cleavage? Your mouth? You're just a little devil in that shot (not to mention one beautiful raven), and the cleavage is the centerpiece of the lust.
And another "not-so-innocent" shot is this one cleaning the bathroom, top opened just enough for prying eyes:
Beyond just looking, are cupping hands "due any moment"? Or maybe a lover with a more "direct" agenda? To bend you over the sink, ram himself into you and watch your breasts in the opposing mirror?
Or is this really "all about the cleavage"? Maybe a man can't take his eyes off focusing on them? If so, maybe this is what his "point of view" (POV) is?
I'll admit it. Yes, the hourglass is often my focus and looking her in the eye as I unload. But if my wife mounts me atop in a corset with a view like this, I'm not watching my penis slice her or where my hands may be, but those bundled breasts. At least after we've had our "time as one" (because God knows I dare not stare too early, les I not last) and my sole focus comes to the ultimate build-up for my climax. Oh how I love to stare down cleavage as I pump for my finale!
Although thinking more missionary, there's nothing I love more than a bra with a matching garter set:
Oh the second those panties are dropped (sometimes I drop them well before she wants me too), I watch not only how I spear her with my manhood, but that "long view" down the cleavage to her apex as I do it. And while I love to enjoy all of her, entangle my body with hers and feel every curve, sometimes I'm the tunnel-vision pig. Again, this is typically during the "final build-up" if I'm really striving for an uncontrolled, and not-as-soft, unload.
Might as well have a slogan ...
Cleavage: The oldest male excuse for raw, uncontrolled, sexual irresponsibility.
