Kayla has been a devoted Boobday participant from the very beginning. She’s almost always one of the first to send her picture in and she is respectful, organized, sexy, smart, and takes the challenges head on each month. I admire her for so many things and am honored that she agreed to do this.
Each month I will be highlighting one of you in an effort to say thank you for making Boobday happen. Without all of you, it’d just be me and my tits. If you’d like to nominate someone to be featured, email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) and tell me why.
I asked Kayla to write about what Boobday means to her. Here are her words:
I’m not usually at a loss for words. It’s just not a problem of mine. But when Hyacinth asked me to be her featured blogger for January, I honestly didn’t know what to say. Thankfully, my Mama raised me right, so “Thank you” was quickly followed by lots of gushing – verbal not orgasmic, although that might be nice…Anyway.
Sitting down to write this post, I had much the same problem. What to say? How to explain Boobday’s impact on my life – both in my mind and in the way I deal with the world?
Let me share a story with you.
I’m a writer – no, really, like books and stuff, lol. For a while, I belonged to what I thought of as a prestigious online writing group. They created a subgroup just for the erotica writers (so as not to offend the audiences of non-erotic writers). We shared each other’s blog posts, promotions, whatever. Until one day…
I received a Facebook message from a “well-respected” author – he still is, I’m just not an enthusiastic fan – declaring that I made the group uncomfortable because my blog posts contained breasts and nipples! He decreed that I needed to stop posting such images to my blog. I admit, after I picked my jaw up off the floor, I laughed my ass off.
He wanted me to stop doing something that made me feel good about myself? He wanted me to end one of the few ways to be my exhibitionist self? He wanted to control something that I did on my blog (the one I PAY to host and have)?! I (politely) told him to get over it, that I wasn’t going to stop blogging pictures of my own body, and no one was forcing him to share the posts.
That was back in the day when Boobday was once a week – so you can imagine just how many times that group saw my tits. I never heard from him again after that (although I’d heard from him plenty prior to that moment – did you know some writers are made uncomfortable by the term “masturbation”? Scary but true.)
I quit the group shortly thereafter, but that moment allowed me to cement my feelings for Boobday in a way that still holds true today. Sure, I know postings pictures of taut nipples caught between fingers is tittilating (ha!). I know the side boob with pert nipple gets people going. But I also know that my body – in all it’s imperfect glory – is nothing to be ashamed of, and that in my own personal space, I refuse to hide it.
Boobday allows me (and everyone else) to celebrate women’s bodies – natural, beautiful bodies. Which is why I’m sad when a woman tells me she can’t/won’t do Boobday because she hates how her body looks. The more I post my boobs, the more I love my boobs. It’s a wonderfully cyclical thing that only gets better over time.
I can’t help if that makes some people uncomfortable. When you click on a link with the word “Boobday” in it, you shouldn’t be too surprised at what you get. When you follow someone who calls her blog “A Sexual Being” (that’s me, lol) – it should be no surprise that sex is the main course.
Stage whispers: You know at the beginning when I said I was speechless? Yeah, I got over it.
Anyway, that’s my Boobday story. If we’re just meeting for the first time, I’m a sex blogger – mostly BDSM and masturbation and other kinky stuff, an erotic author, a kinky freak, and I run my own weekly meme called Masturbation Monday. The idea is to get bloggers to write something about masturbation or so erotic and hot that a reader wants to masturbate after reading it. And I’m a long-time, enthusiastic supporter of, participant in, and lover of Boobday.
For Boobday Guidlines, click here.
Next month’s theme — in honor of Valentine’s Day — is SULTRY. Don’t over-think it, ladies, just be yourselves!!
My FRESH-ly brokenhearted tits:
The show must go on.
NOT my FRESH tits:
My take on FRESH: freshly washed.
Nothing beats a “refreshing” shower after a hot summer’s day!!
I am so fresh that my body was still dripping from my hot shower. I am thinking nothing but sexy thoughts for Will and the feeling of his beautiful lips on my breasts!
Here are two “fresh” photos. I wanted to make sure you got them otherwise I would forget.
This is my first time participating, which makes me a fresh face… er, chest.
“Boobies are freshest straight out of the shower.”
It’s after the shower fresh. Relaxed and natural.
::Feeling Fresh (and frisky too!) right out of the shower