My Breast and I

by Chanel C.

To most women, their breasts are important because they are not only a great help for them to capture and light up the desires of men, but also something for them to show off in front of other women. That is to say, breasts are helpful tools for them to please their men and satisfy their vanity. However, the problem is that their breasts never indeed belonged to them. Their breasts mean nothing to themselves--unlike my breasts, which have a totally different meaning for me.

Ever since my breasts started growing, there has developed a relationship between us. As long as there's nobody around, I would lift my shirt, watch my breasts from the mirror, and measure how they are growing everyday. They are not exactly big, but they are well-shaped and beautifully curved. Their color, vanilla-creamy white with a little pink, seems to be transparent from under the skin, which always makes me want to take a nibble at them. Thinking of this, I can almost feel the fair, tender, fine and delicate taste when nibbling at them. Sometimes I would stick my nose into my collar and smell the natural fragrance of my breasts--a little milky scent of skin and sweat mixed up with the aroma of soap, which expresses the pureness and freshness of a young life. It is also the smell of a mother, which caresses the emotional and unstable young heart of mine. Submerging and slumbering in its warm and soft fragrance, I feel that I am the child, and I am the mother, too.

Sometimes I could not help touching my breasts with a little sense of forbiddance, imagining that I am a man, moving my hands about my breasts, and feel the warmth, softness, smoothness, and flexibility. However, I am the woman at the same time, enjoying the tingling feelings of being touched, and then listening to my own erotic voice rising and falling with the rhythm of my breath. The ability to switch subject positions was cultivated mainly through my relationship with my breasts.

It was my breasts that developed and cultivated my body into a sensual one through its sensations and interactions with the other parts of my body as well as my imagination. Gradually I learned how much I need to be loved and appreciated by myself.

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