| To Augment or Not to Augment |
| Written by Tara Tainton | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Friday, 10 December 2010 00:00 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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...that is the latest question and topic of curious, sexy, and titillating discussion. Yes, my friends, I'm considering getting a boob job. I have been for some time, kind of tossing around the idea for a couple of years. It seems now, well, I've received the last push I needed to lean more towards one side of the question over the other: a most trusted man's opinion. Well, and what to better aid in making such a huge, personal, aesthetic, and somewhat sexual life-altering decision than the male opinion itself. After all, I don't need boobs. I won't be fondling my own for my own personal enjoyment... despite what you boys would like to believe. I won't be watching mine jiggle and bounce or assessing the way they sway when I walk fast in high heels. ...well only when watching my own videos.
I, like possibly every other woman on the planet, have a love-hate relationship with my breasts... mostly love, and especially since transferring my medium for creative expression from writing to photos and on to video. Yes, YOU all have said, written, cried out, and pointed directly often enough that I finally got the point: I have a great rack. I know that. I'm thankful for that. My breasts have been good to me. Yet, I've missed out on several integral facets of womanhood due to my specific genetics. Picture an eleven year old as the only one in her class wearing a training bra or a sixteen year old being able to fill out a bikini top in a way that would make any MILF envious. What's wrong with that life experience, you ask? Well, I skipped every stage in between. I have absolutely no recollection of perfect, perky breasts with the capacity to fill out a t-shirt minus a bra, no experience of nipples against fabric in a public location, no wearing cute strappy tops without big bulky bras beneath or bra straps showing. No freedom, no free swinging lifestyle. Hmmm... maybe I feel like I got jipped on part of my youth itself. I want to experience the full gamut of having breasts and being a woman. I want some damn compensation of personal value for wearing these things around for over two decades. The view of them doesn't do anything for me... I want to enjoy the FEEL of them. And if I can dole out more pleasure for others whether lovers enjoying them firsthand or my beautiful fans enjoying them virtually, all the better.
Thus, the breast altering discussion has really heated up lately in a way that makes it feel like it really is time to take the next step and do something about them. It began with loving comments of pure admiration from my new lover as we were lying naked together. So much enthusiasm and appreciation that I felt the urge to actually point out that even seemingly perfect breasts do come with disadvantages. As it happens, my lover knows his breasts, pretty damn well. He's a breast man by every definition, even working in the film industry, behind and in front of the scenes of mainstream and adult films alike, living in LA among the full array of artfully created breast formations, and even having had a few handfuls of girlfriends' falsies to fully experience. He knows boobs. Hell, as our compatibility and mutual honesty and open-mindedness became apparent, we even browsed through his personal collection of breast-focused porn together - on three different monitors simultaneously - and critiqued the models, boob jobs, and natural swings of their breasts. I received what I hadn't known I needed: the personal opinion of a lover who simultaneously believes my breasts to be his ideal while also having immense industry knowledge of all the breast-enhancing possibilities now available. And I didn't know so much was available: new material for the inserts, more touchable and movable capability, even the ability to perfectly design one's ideal pair... especially when one has so much natural skin and breast tissue to work with, as I do. It comes down to the fact that I could actually design, purchase, wear, and enjoy my idea of perfect breasts, not just the result of what accidentally happens when you stuff plastic bags beneath taut skin. I can have breasts just like my own, with swing in their bounce, the natural ability to form cleavage, and soft supple touch and squeeze, but in a shape of my own choosing. Just imagine that... Any other questions I might have had about the process can now be answered expertly. I can find out who the best surgeon and breast artist is via the professional actresses, models, and adult performers themselves. Chances are they're in LA, and now, I have a trusted friend in LA more than willing to hold my hand during the process and nurse me - and my new breasts - back to health. Heck, he would film the whole process! So many possibilities... and after carefully reviewing a great personal collection of samples to choose from and lots of sexy, honest discussion while clothed as well as unclothed, I think I'm headed down the road toward investing in a brand new pair of breasts.
3.23 Copyright (C) 2007 Alain Georgette / Copyright (C) 2006 Frantisek Hliva. All rights reserved." |
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