I left this comment over at Shakespeare's Sister and dang if it wasn't a Blue Gal post its own self. This is a very frank, not necessarily safe for work post and I apologize if some of my readers are offended by its language.
may I speak frankly, Liss? Because as a dead ringer for Nigella Lawson,
...except my butt is way bigger, I have a few things to say and I've actually been thinking about this all morning.
There are men who think they need arm candy in order to impress other men. They are actually engaging in homoerotic dating, pleasing other men rather than themselves.
Then there are women who look like arm candy, but when they get a boob job it makes them look sexy but sex hurts after the surgery forever, so they are sick, sick people.
Speaking frankly, dear. Just remember that, but in this instance I really don't know how else to put it:
Then there are men who really want to titty-fuck their much-loved woman until their brains don't work any more, and women for whom that feels really really good. These women have generous bodies and happy sex partners.
Sorry I just had to get that off my chest, which is a 40DD in case anyone is wondering.
Oh the reason I thought of this was I glanced at the most recent Marie Claire magazine yesterday, and it had articles on "achieving your happy weight" and also get this, Got Curves? Style fixes that do the trick.
They can fuck me, and I don't mean in the happy-weight titty-fucking way, either.