Friday, November 15th, is CURVES Boobday!

hy_tits_bannerFirst, let me say I was completely blown away by the thought and care put into the images and words sent in this week.  You all make me SO proud to be a woman and to be Hyacinth, my alter ego.  I’m glad this blog has morphed into something outside of just me and my sex/love life.

Second, next week’s theme will be BLUE.

Third, thanks for following the new formatting rules.  Putting this together was a pleasure!

Fourth, I’m super excited that one of our smaller-breasted sisters decided to participate this week (thanks, Heather!).  We are heavily large-breasted most weeks and I would love to see more of the littles of us out there represented here.  Breasts are so pretty!

Lastly, I’ve decided that every month I’ll ask a Boobday participant to write a short essay (500 words or less) about what it means to her to share her body with the Internet.  This month, I asked G, of Filled and Fooled, the sweet and often self-conscious sex blogger we’ve all come to know and love to be my inaugural writer.

Here’s what she had to say:

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Follow her at @CurvyMilfy on Twitter.

When you asked me to write about what it means to share my body with the internet, I was honored and excited for the opportunity.  I’m not sure I’ve ever said why I like sharing my boob pics. It took me a while to formulate an answer when it came down to it.  My reasons seem so primitive, so stimulus-response, yet so hard to explain.

When I first started sharing “boob pics” on the internet, it would produce a unique and sometimes rush-like feeling. Most often when I post a photo I’ve had to push past vulnerability, fears of all kinds, and my own rigid and outrageously high expectations for what I produce.  I push past the doubts because I know it feels good to create something that evokes a positive response, and it feels good to have sex appeal, and it feels good to project confidence.

So I publish, then dance between the fears and doubts and the memories of compliments and my momentary acceptances; pirouetting in the high of swirling emotions until the first notification.

What Boobday has done for me is evolved that dance, slowed me down a bit by cutting out some of the fears, and taken vulnerability out of the equation. We are all sharing our special qualities and our audience appreciates our differences.

As I slowed down it wasn’t so hard to see the beauty anymore. I am no longer chasing a high, I’m learning about human beings. Not everyone likes gigantic breasts, and huge nipples.  I sort of thought “the bigger the better” before, following these silly porn ideals I guess.  So, as I come to truly believe that my tits are great simply because they belong to me, I accept more of the things I don’t like about them.  And sharing them becomes less about a rush, but more about confirming I love myself.

This photo celebrates not only the obvious underside curve and pendulum-like boobs I sport, but it portrays the top of the cleavage curve, I claim it as distinctly “G”.  I know it may seem trivial to some, but I really didn’t like how the top of my cleavage always seems to curve a little to the left.  This dissatisfaction is probably a derivative of my long-ingrained belief that having a nice layer of softness over my body (i.e. being overweight)  isn’t a good thing.  So automatically I am inclined to be ashamed at yet another curve my body decides to take. But this photo shows that curve is okay.  My cleavage isn’t straight.  My breasts are fuller some days and saggier other days.  I now accept the fate and these facts that my beauty shall evolve (rather than fade), and I am no longer afraid.

Well said, G.  Well said.

Want to participate in Boobday?  Go here and read the Guidelines and State of the Boob Union to answer any questions, but this is the TL;DR of what I need each time:

  1. an attached pic

  2. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

  3. if you want to be anonymous or not

  4. a hyperlink or URL to your Twitter handle (if you have one)

  5. a hyperlink or URL to your blog post (if you have one and post, it must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me)

My CURVES:

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Curves upon curves.

NOT my CURVES:

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@Heather_Cole1 on Twitter.

Why I chose this photo: I’m extremely self-conscious of my small breasts. When I see them in photographs, it’s challenging for me to stop the negative thoughts. So I snapped this pic in my kitchen (my favorite room) wearing my favorite apron. In this view, I can see the curve of the underside of my breast, the curve of my nipple and the curve of where my hip meets my waist. There are a lot of curves to love, and I’m working on loving all of them.

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SilverDom took this of his lovely for us this week. It reminds me of the view of a planet, so perfectly curved.
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Follow her on Twitter at @BisexualMinx.

I chose this one for your CURVE theme because the ‘fetal’ positioning of my body portrays a distinct curve while nicely exemplifying my female form!

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Follow her at @KaylaLords.

Between my breast, nipple, and even faint curvy outlines of bruises, there’s nothing not curvy about this one.

bookworm_cleavageAnonymous Bookworm submitted two pics with different lighting.  I spliced them together to better see the contrast.  She says, “I love unexpectedly catching a glimpse of my curves when I’m doing something as mundane as lying on the couch reading a book.”

Anonymous_Aussie_pearlsnap_cleavageAnonymous Aussie says, “It’s all about the curves this week Hy….& don’t all boobs have the most delicious curves?  & yes I confess to pulling the shirt in at the back to show my curvy boobs.”

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Follow her at @Thereon_Cara.

When I think of my body, I think of curves. I wanted to take a photo that showed not just the curve of my breast, but of that other asset I’m known for. So I picked the picture that showed that (I hope).

Friday, November 8th, is COVERED Boobday!

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A State of the Boob Union:

I created this meme for the women out there who felt ashamed of their bodies, who struggled to feel beautiful or sexy.  I wanted to make a space for women to share images of their bodies that they had crafted with care and which imparted a part of themselves.  Then we, their community, would answer back that Yes, you are beautiful.

Women have written me to say this is the first time they’ve ever shared their images and how exhilarated and terrified and amazing they felt in clicking “send”.  They’ve told me how fun it was twisting and turning in the light trying to get that just-right-click.  And they’ve told me how cathartic this project has been for them.  This has made me swell with pride and happiness.  It’s exactly the vein in which Boobday was created.

However, I need to tweak some things to maintain my vision.

I’ll state it plainly since I can:

I want Boobday to be about the art of our bodies, not the hardcore sex lives we lead.  There are other weekly memes for that.

I want the focus to be on your bodies, not anything else.

And this is important (and new):

I’ve said in the past that so long as there were boobs in the pic, I’d post it, but I’m changing that.  I will only post pics where the focus is the woman, not the act in progress.  Even if that act is all about the tits.  If you are unclear what this means for a particular week and theme, email me and we can discuss!  

If you go back and look at old Boobday posts, I think you’ll know what I mean.  And the reason I’m redirecting Boobday is because of my original mission statement: Boobday is a place for us to honor breasts of all shapes and sizes belonging to all types of folks. All of us who are the owners of breasts know their magical powers, but not everyone gets to hear it. I hope this will become a place of support and praise.

If you’re reading this and thinking I’m mad at you, don’t.  I know I have sensitive, wonderful, thoughtful readers and friends who might worry!  If you want to email me to ask, please do, but whatever you do, don’t disappear thinking I’m directing this at you.

I’m the curator of Boobday and lately I feel it’s gone off the rails; it’s my job to get it back on track, so that’s what I’m doing.

I’m also going to say that any themed pics I get will receive preferential treatment in regards to being posted.  I’m not saying you must do the theme, but if you can, please do.  And the themes will be easy, for instance, next week’s theme is CURVE.

So please make a sticky note of the following for future Boobday submissions.  This is what I need:

  1. an attached pic

  2. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

  3. if you want to be anonymous or not

  4. a hyperlink or URL to your Twitter handle (if you have one)

  5. a hyperlink or URL to your blog post (if you have one and post, it must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me)

I will not look up URLs anymore and that goes for Twitter handles.  If you want to be linked, then send me the actual link/URL.  I hope I don’t sound nit-picky, but every Friday I’m bouncing around between blogs, Twitter, and my email grabbing all the info necessary to direct people to you and your blogs/Twitters.  It takes forever and I basically dread it.  I’m sorta over being in charge of all that.  Until I self-host and am not doing all this by hand, this will be the rules starting next week.

One last thing: Thank you.  Thank you to all of you for making Boobday happen and for sharing yourselves with me.  You are beautiful and passionate and brave and I am unbelievably honored to provide a safe place for you to explore your sexuality and beauty.

Ever humbly yours,

Hy

My COVERED tits:

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I think I own a dozen white v-neck shirts. Does that mean they’re my “signature look”?

NOT my COVERED tits:

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Kayla covers up, but leaves little to the imagination. And, as usual, I’m lusting after her bra. @KaylaLords
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I love gloves and I love this pic of Molly and her covered (and peeking out) tits. @mollysdailykiss
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Ginger Queen wondered if she’s dressed like a cheetah if she’s still a cougar.
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Anisa’s creamy-ness peeks out of a busy shirt. Covered, but tantalizing!
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Beck covers up with some leather. @beck42069
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Just Like Heaven gets strappy. @JustLikeHeaven76
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Silverdrop looking very demure.  Apparently, we’ll see more soon! @SilverdropUK
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G says she struggled this week, but I don’t see it. I only see gorgeous, covered boobies. @CurvyMilfy
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Scarlett has one covered, one free. And she’s a real trooper; she took a tumble this week and she still managed to send in her sexy! @ATrueUnfolding
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BisexualMinx also has something I want: THAT SHIRT. WTF, that thing is hot as hell. Her covered tits aren’t bad, either. @BisexualMinx

NOT my tits (no theme):

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KBM and her big, luscious breast.

Friday, November 8th, is COVERED Boobday!

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A State of the Boob Union:

I created this meme for the women out there who felt ashamed of their bodies, who struggled to feel beautiful or sexy.  I wanted to make a space for women to share images of their bodies that they had crafted with care and which imparted a part of themselves.  Then we, their community, would answer back that Yes, you are beautiful.

Women have written me to say this is the first time they’ve ever shared their images and how exhilarated and terrified and amazing they felt in clicking “send”.  They’ve told me how fun it was twisting and turning in the light trying to get that just-right-click.  And they’ve told me how cathartic this project has been for them.  This has made me swell with pride and happiness.  It’s exactly the vein in which Boobday was created.

However, I need to tweak some things to maintain my vision.

I’ll state it plainly since I can:

I want Boobday to be about the art of our bodies, not the hardcore sex lives we lead.  There are other weekly memes for that.

I want the focus to be on your bodies, not anything else.

And this is important (and new):

I’ve said in the past that so long as there were boobs in the pic, I’d post it, but I’m changing that.  I will only post pics where the focus is the woman, not the act in progress.  Even if that act is all about the tits.  If you are unclear what this means for a particular week and theme, email me and we can discuss!  

If you go back and look at old Boobday posts, I think you’ll know what I mean.  And the reason I’m redirecting Boobday is because of my original mission statement: Boobday is a place for us to honor breasts of all shapes and sizes belonging to all types of folks. All of us who are the owners of breasts know their magical powers, but not everyone gets to hear it. I hope this will become a place of support and praise.

If you’re reading this and thinking I’m mad at you, don’t.  I know I have sensitive, wonderful, thoughtful readers and friends who might worry!  If you want to email me to ask, please do, but whatever you do, don’t disappear thinking I’m directing this at you.

I’m the curator of Boobday and lately I feel it’s gone off the rails; it’s my job to get it back on track, so that’s what I’m doing.

I’m also going to say that any themed pics I get will receive preferential treatment in regards to being posted.  I’m not saying you must do the theme, but if you can, please do.  And the themes will be easy, for instance, next week’s theme is CURVE.

So please make a sticky note of the following for future Boobday submissions.  This is what I need:

  1. an attached pic

  2. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

  3. if you want to be anonymous or not

  4. a hyperlink or URL to your Twitter handle (if you have one)

  5. a hyperlink or URL to your blog post (if you have one and post, it must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me)

I will not look up URLs anymore and that goes for Twitter handles.  If you want to be linked, then send me the actual link/URL.  I hope I don’t sound nit-picky, but every Friday I’m bouncing around between blogs, Twitter, and my email grabbing all the info necessary to direct people to you and your blogs/Twitters.  It takes forever and I basically dread it.  I’m sorta over being in charge of all that.  Until I self-host and am not doing all this by hand, this will be the rules starting next week.

One last thing: Thank you.  Thank you to all of you for making Boobday happen and for sharing yourselves with me.  You are beautiful and passionate and brave and I am unbelievably honored to provide a safe place for you to explore your sexuality and beauty.

Ever humbly yours,

Hy

My COVERED tits:

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I think I own a dozen white v-neck shirts. Does that mean they’re my “signature look”?

NOT my COVERED tits:

kayla_covered_boobs_lace_bra
Kayla covers up, but leaves little to the imagination. And, as usual, I’m lusting after her bra. @KaylaLords
molly_covered_boobs_gloves
I love gloves and I love this pic of Molly and her covered (and peeking out) tits. @mollysdailykiss
ginger_covered_boobs_cleavage
Ginger Queen wondered if she’s dressed like a cheetah if she’s still a cougar.
anisa_covered_boobs_cleavage
Anisa’s creamy-ness peeks out of a busy shirt. Covered, but tantalizing!
beck_covered_black
Beck covers up with some leather. @beck42069
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Just Like Heaven gets strappy. @JustLikeHeaven76
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Silverdrop looking very demure.  Apparently, we’ll see more soon! @SilverdropUK
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G says she struggled this week, but I don’t see it. I only see gorgeous, covered boobies. @CurvyMilfy
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Scarlett has one covered, one free. And she’s a real trooper; she took a tumble this week and she still managed to send in her sexy! @ATrueUnfolding
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BisexualMinx also has something I want: THAT SHIRT. WTF, that thing is hot as hell. Her covered tits aren’t bad, either. @BisexualMinx

NOT my tits (no theme):

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KBM and her big, luscious breast.

Friday, November 1st, is [Superhero] Boobday!

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Another great list for all of you to use to find good/smart sex blogs has just been published. Kinkly.com spent the last few weeks compiling a list based on the following:

We were looking for writers who informed us, who made us laugh or cry, who made us think about sex and sexuality in new ways and who chose to blow off doors when it came to telling the truth. Our impressions – combined with the number of votes each blog got – is how we tallied the winners.

Kinkly Top 100 Blogger Badge

I made it at #74, which tickles me to death. It’s lists like these that can expand our community and deepen our knowledge. Go check out the other superheroes when you get a chance. Some of my friends are on the list already, but there are lots of peeps I’d never heard of before.

So, that’s why Boobday today is Superhero day. No Wonder Woman tits, or anything. Sorry about that. Maybe next time!

Speaking of which, next week will be our first themed Boobday! Participation is voluntary, but I hope to see what people do, so I figured I’d start out easy and go with COVERED. Interpret that as you will and enjoy this week’s offerings!

xx

Hy

Want to participate in Boobday? Send me the following by Thursday of next week:

  1. an attached pic
  2. if you want to be anonymous or not
  3. a hyperlink to your Twitter handle (if you have one)
  4. a hyperlink to your blog post (if you have one and post must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me)

I’m not going to look up any of this stuff. Don’t hate. It gets tedious!

My tits:

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I sent this to TN yesterday. He liked it.

NOT my tits:

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This is JustLikeHeaven’s first time as Little Red Riding Hood. @JustLikeHeavn76

 

 

 

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Kinky Biker Mom gets spidery.

 

 

 

 

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Silverdrop gets tweaked. @SilverdropUK

 

 

 

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Bisexual Minx’s 2nd submission with glorious side boob. @BisexualMinx

 

 

 

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Anonymous Steamy soaks it up.

 

 

 

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Kayla delights with her breast. I swear this could be mine. @KaylaLords

 

 

 

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Anonymous Aussie lets us peak down her shirt.

 

 

 

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Birthday Tits wishes her hubby a happy birthday!

 

 

 

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Anisa bares her lovely breast.

 

 

 

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Sassy Cat submitted this for last week, but then gave us that lovely vampire pic instead. @SassyCat38

 

 

 

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Panty Parade rocks the denim. @offgothepanties

Friday, October 11th, is Boobday!

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A storm front blankets my city this morning and my wind chimes croon to the pink and white blossoms below.  A kitty stretches his lithe, tuxedoed body.  I sit, comfortably with steaming coffee beside me, with a warm laptop on my thighs tick-tacking away.  Sounds of the street a few hundred feet away layer between and through all of us starting our mornings.

Love also.  It’s here, too.  From all of you and the support you pay to Boobday and all the wonderful women who participate.  It’s not easy for all of us to expose our bodies, but here you all are, doing it dutifully and artfully, respectfully and bravely.

Keep at it, friends.  Don’t ever stop believing in your beauty.

xx

Hy

 

Want to participate in Boobday? Read the guidelines and send me a pic. I don’t censor the images, so there’s no “making the cut.” That would completely defeat the purpose of Boobday. I want to provide a space for women (cis and trans, bi, straight, gay, skinny to fat) to expose themselves and feel proud of what their mamas gave them.

If you don’t include your Twitter handle, your post URL, and whether or not you want to be anonymous, I’m not going to do any investigating, but also won’t assume anything, so be sure to have all the info every single time! If it’s not in your email, it won’t be in the post.  No blog post required if you just want to post on mine.

Also, only post your Boobday pic on Fridays and always include the Boobday button in the post and a link back to me.

My tits:

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I’m not the only one this week with a pic like this.

NOT my tits:

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Ginger and a bra so pretty it makes me want to twirl.

 

 

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One of the things I love about Silverdrop’s pics are their domesticity. I can always fantasize that it’s me being photographed in her place. @SilverdropUK

 

 

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Tami gets nibbled. @KinkyBikerMom

 

 

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Lola looks ravishing in red.

 

 

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Anonymous Aussie soaks up some rays Down Under.

 

 

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Which do you like better? This one or the other? Scarlett couldn’t decide. @ATrueUnfolding
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Or this one?  @ATrueUnfolding

 

 

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Kayla and her Kitty. @KaylaLords

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Beck, au naturale. @Beck42069

 

 

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G looking divine. @CurvyMilfy

My yellow dress always gets me laid.

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Proof of a good night.

I couldn’t help but laugh at the man wrapped in only a white towel glaring at me in my entryway.  Apparently, Downstairs Neighbor, upon being rushed out of my apartment because I was about to get the shit fucked out of me, had hidden behind the corner and when The Neighbor had single-mindedly tried to span the 5 feet between our doors he’d leaped out and scared the shit out of him.  A cat might also have run outside in all the commotion of TN’s glares and DN’s booming laughter.

“Oh, TN!” I laughed putting my hand on his stubbly cheek, the door tightly shut and locked behind us.  “Don’t be mad!!  He had no idea you’d be naked!!”  He leveled a gaze at me that made me giggle some more as if I’d conspired with DN to humiliate him!

I laughed some more, just simply couldn’t help it, frankly.

I kissed his cheek and hugged his stiff body and to prove his “anger” he let the towel drop and his erection bobbed heavily between us.  I grabbed it and whispered against his mouth, “I swear, DN had no idea you’d be in a towel!  It was just a joke!”

He melted against me with a grin and took my hand, led me back to my candlelit room.  “Ok,” he finally said still smiling and pulled me closer.

He bent his hand and slanted his mouth across mine, long, soft and sweet surrounded by sandpaper whiskers.  I moaned a little as he removed my cardigan.

“You look so hot in this dress,” he said taking a breath.  I swelled with pride.  My yellow dress, the yellow dress.  It always does me right.

He dipped his head back down to the top of my cleavage and I closed my eyes as his scruff left red blooms on my skin.

He returned to my lips and I breathed him in, lost in my love.  Our fingers explored the dips and swells of our figures, my face nibbling on his.

He pushed the little straps off my shoulders and the top of my dress pooled around my waist.  My breasts filled his hands and mouth and we laughed when I needed help pulling the dress back up and over my double Ds.

He grabbed my white cotton panties and tore them off.  “Leave the boots on,” he said lustily and shoved me down on the bed.

I sighed as he entered me and pulled my bottom to the edge of the bed.  My knee-high brown leather riding boots framed his face and he turned into one calf and kissed it.  I could hear him smell the leather.

His cock was enormous and I was wet as fuck.  He leaned down and kissed me and I stared boldly up at him then shut my eyes as he slowly stroked my body with his.

I thought of the strict orders he’d received from his physical therapist to not do any vigorous fucking for a while and groaned.  “Don’t hurt yourself, TN,” I warned as I felt his tempo increase.  “If you do, you’ll be in big trouble.”  I panted the words in time with his thrusts.  He only smiled mischievously at me and kept at it.

I tossed my head from side to side as it all began to feel more like torture.  An exquisite, stupidly hot and wet, torture.

He seemed to sense my agony and lifted me up fully onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. For a quick 30 seconds he pumped like horny stray dog into me and I came just as rapidly; little bursts strung together by moans, grabbed skin, and warm breath on my neck.

He stopped then, panting.  “Damn you,” I admonished.  “I’m all vibe-y.  Are you ok?”  I shook my hands like little helicopters.

“Yes, I’m ok,” he said. “And that reminds me…” he leaned over, still inside of me, and grabbed my Hitachi.  “Here you go.”  He flicked it on and lay beside me with my legs over his hips.

It took forever and a day for me to spill over, but with the struggle came the reward:  his words, his mouth; he stroked my temple and told me what a good girl I was.  And then we cuddled and loved and talked and I dozed stupidly for minutes on end.

Then he kissed me again and squeezed me, tucked me in, loved on Faisal who’s claimed him for his own, and left quietly.

The next morning I awoke naked and in a sunbeam, my body sore in all the right places.  My boots lay in a heap on the floor next to my white panties, the vibrator lay like a bone a couple of feet away and my pretty yellow dress hung draped over the foot of my bed.

My wonderful, lucky, get-laid-every-time yellow dress.  Thank you, Old Navy.

 

Friday, October 4th, is Boobday!

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Ah, October, I’m so glad you’re here.  My half of the world is cooling off and anticipation is growing.  Hallow’s Eve, Thanksgiving, the Holidays.

Fall has also always brought me love, something significant.  Every man I’ve ever loved came to me in the fall of some year.  Maybe the Universe likes me in sweaters.  I dunno.

And like many of you hating on September (Fay and Caitlyn to name two), I’ve hated most of the goddamned summer.  July was brutal.  I’d never much cared for it before this year, but now it’s a black mark on the year likely for the rest of my life.

But it’s October now and I can let go of my anger.  It feels cleansing, almost, this change in spirit.  Things dying to make way for a stillness and then a rebirth.

Sometimes, I really like how time keeps things moving.

xx

Hy

Want to participate in Boobday? Read the guidelines and send me a pic. I don’t censor the images, so there’s no “making the cut.” That would completely defeat the purpose of Boobday. I want to provide a space for women (cis and trans, bi, straight, gay, skinny to fat) to expose themselves and feel proud of what their mamas gave them.

If you don’t include your Twitter handle, your post URL, and whether or not you want to be anonymous, I’m not going to do any investigating, but also won’t assume anything, so be sure to have all the info every single time! If it’s not in your email, it won’t be in the post.  No blog post required if you just want to post on mine.

Also, only post your Boobday pic on Fridays and always include the Boobday button in the post and a link back to me.

My tits:

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That’s the Breaking Bad finale on there. Fucking amazing, right??

NOT my tits:

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Ms. Ginger having a “tequila sunrise” as she called it with her man.
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G’s jugs. Click on the pic for more of her. She’s always so generous with us! @CurvyMilfy
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Cara mentioned just the other day that she’s tall (5’9″). This pic gives us a phenomenal appreciation of her height. @Thereon_Cara
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Silverdrop is pink and pert. @SilverdropUK
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This image came to me with no note and no name and with a secret email address I don’t recognize. This makes me happy.
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Beck’s delicious tit behind mesh and link. I need to get me one of those things! @Beck42069
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Kayla has a wardrobe malfunction and we get to see her berries. @kaylalords

Friday, September 27th, is Boobday!

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Another Friday, another Boobday.  I’m a big fan of this week’s submissions.  They’re everyday-beautiful.

Sweet snapshots as she walks by the mirror in a steamy bathroom.

The view of a man on his knees.

The view of someone above her.

Cleavage during the work day.

A quick pic on the side of the road.

A moment frozen in time as she is rendered his toy box.

And of course mine, my usual morning pics of a body poured out on dark sheets with a lonely heart inside.  I always wish he were there and could see this with his own eyes.  It makes things more real, don’t you think?

Later today I’m heading to Noodle’s, my first visit to her neck of the woods.  I can’t wait to sit on her porch and see the sunset she’s often texted me with my own eyes.  Seeing, sharing a space, makes things that much better.  It closes a gap.

The rest is all just imagination.

xx

Hy

Want to participate in Boobday? Read the guidelines and send me a pic. I don’t censor the images, so there’s no “making the cut.” That would completely defeat the purpose of Boobday. I want to provide a space for women (cis and trans, bi, straight, gay, skinny to fat) to expose themselves and feel proud of what their mamas gave them.

If you don’t include your Twitter handle, your post URL, and whether or not you want to be anonymous, I’m not going to do any investigating, but also won’t assume anything, so be sure to have all the info every single time! If it’s not in your email, it won’t be in the post.  No blog post required if you just want to post on mine.

Also, only post your Boobday pic on Fridays and always include the Boobday button in the post and a link back to me.

My tits:

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NOT my tits:

 

 

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Foggy tits. @KinkyBikerMom

 

 

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G, post-shower. Curvy, curly, wet, and gorgeous. @CurvyMilfy

 

 

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Freckles stands tall.

 

 

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Kayla is watched. @KaylaLords

 

 

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I had clips on my nipples last night for about 15 seconds. I can’t imagine what this is like. It’s a powerful moment, frozen in time. @SilverdropUK

 

 

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Scarlett gets cheeky and wonders if you like her nails. @atrueunfolding

 

 

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Anonymous Aussie assured me she pulled over to take this pic. The spring weather was calling to her. And she mostly covered up when she got back on the road.

 

 

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Beck’s collar, her tatt, and her breast. @Beck42069 (and I finally just got what the numbers stand for!)

 

 

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Anisa got dressed up for work.

“It’s total perfection.”

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It started out like this.

I’ve become high on love.

I dream about sharing my feelings with him and it’s a long, terrifying jump to crystal blue waters below, that feeling of my breath being stolen on the way down, the slap of wetness beneath my feet, the subsequent rush and rise to the top.

In true 7th grade fashion, I admitted to him that I like him “a whole lot.” You might be rolling your eyes at that, but it was a big deal to me.

And I invited him to spend Thanksgiving with my family on the wings of a prayer and when he said Yes I felt as though I’d won the lottery. I feel blessed, y’all.

But my lips remain sealed. I cannot say the words that boom in my heart. Those three silly little words.

I’m waiting for something. For the universe to tell me I can handle losing him. For that moment when he looks back into my tear-filled blue eyes and says, “But I don’t love you, Hy. This is just a ‘thing’ we’re doing. I’m not going to love you. You knew that.”

When I feel strong enough to weather that, my words will tumble.

But in the meantime, I float along among the clouds anchored by his mighty cock, his sweet gestures, his wise words. He roots me on every professional step I take and supports me as I navigate my tangled and painful relationship with my exhusband. He is my number one fan.

The rest of our lives is business as usual as I keep my secret. I send him a daily pic and sometimes a series if I’m feeling particularly inspired and have the freedom and privacy to do so. The weather is turning here and I recently wore jeans for the first time in months. They were a little loose, but I felt sexy and began to snap away.

Click, click, clickity-click.

I strip-teased my way down to unzipped pants and exposed breasts. He was happy to receive them.

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Striptease.

A day or two later, I dug out my red panties with the peek-a-boo hole tied with a thick, shiny ribbon. I was curious as to what the view was like and twisted and craned my body this way and that to capture a from-behind view.

Click, click, click.

I was pleased and sent those off, too. Again, he was grateful.

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Days changed into nights, cuddles turned into sweet talks, expectations morphed into reality. We tangled our parts less than our hearts. It was sweet, fairy dust; glittery longing with no release.

Finally, finally, we carved out some time to lay down inside one another. Peyton was passed out and The Neighbor was over within seconds of my “all clear” text standing in my candlelit room in black gym shorts. I wore a black spaghetti strap night dress with little sprigs of flowers dusted all over it.

We stood facing each other and he took my hand and pulled me closer, dipped his chin and captured my mouth in a long, sweet song of a kiss. I breathed him in, he inhaled me.

I ran my fingers through his hair and he clung to my bottom and pulled me towards the cradle of his hips. I felt his hardness through the thin cotton of my nightgown; my right strap slipped off my shoulder and I pulled my arm out and let my breast fall out.

We moaned into each other’s mouths and I melted into his warm skin. Every cell of my being sang of love, my pussy pulsed and my breath caught as I realized we were beginning to make love to each other.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, “We haven’t kissed like that in a long time,” he observed.

“No, we haven’t,” I agreed, though I’d argue it was closer to never.

I looked into his eyes shrouded in shadow and then his parted lips and reached forward with my own and sucked gently and slipped my soft tongue to meet his. He removed my remaining strap and I stood only in black, lace panties, then he groaned and bent to free himself from his shorts.

He pushed me down on the bed and dragged my bottom to the edge, licked his palm and rubbed it on the head of his giant erection. He positioned himself at my hole and pressed into me. Nothing happened.

Our eyes locked as we both smiled slyly knowing his first push was always the best, my favorite of favorites.

He pushed harder and I began to spread for him. I gasped a little and smiled more broadly. His mouth mirrored mine and then my eyes fluttered shut as the head entered my body completely and the rest of him eased in as if my body were a hungry constrictor.

He kissed me hungrily as his hips began to move, my body completely lubricated. “You’re not wet at all,” he joked huskily in my ear.

“Nope,” I whispered back with a chuckle, “not at all.”

He kissed my neck and my jaw and sat up and pumped into me, his hands braced on either side of me. Each punishing thrust made my breasts jiggle like bowl-shaped domes of Jell-O.

“Turn over,” he said suddenly. “Flip onto your belly.”

I did as instructed, my feet planted firmly on the ground and he slipped back into me.

“Tell me what you see,” I said thinking of my red-panty pics.

“I see my favorite thing: your beautiful body, your curves, this,” and he ran his hands from my waist to my hips. “It’s total perfection.”

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I closed my eyes and let him plow into me and light me up from the inside. My heart sparkled in time with my G-spot, our skin slapped and our moans mingled.

We moved up onto the bed completely and he pinned my knees together as he rutted on top of me, grabbed my top-knot bun and growled into my ear and struck my flanks once, twice, three times.

I lost time, wanted to be somewhere else and nowhere else. Then we were spent.

“C’mere,” I heard him as if from far away.

He pulled me into his nook and I lay there feeling more satisfied than I had in days, recalibrated. My thoughts felt like warm honey, my bones willow branches.

“Let’s go out on the balcony,” I suggested. It was in the low 60s, a rarity in September here. We dressed in white robes, him in a long Egyptian-cotton shin-length thing with my name, “Hyacinth,” embroidered on the lapel (a bridal party gift of mine from years ago) and me in a little short white one.

And there, on a balcony chair cushion beneath my knees and the breeze caressing us both, I sucked and loved on his cock, his knees splayed wide and confidently in that way that men do.

It had been weeks since I’d spent any time on him and I was ashamed. I apologized and he told me it wasn’t necessary. I answered with more sucking and smiled around his girth.

Eventually, he called me off, said he’d gotten a little too sensitive. We walked back into my room and shed our robes and laid down beside one another, the ceiling fan puffed gently on us.

The night was still young so I rolled to my side and grabbed the vibrator, flicked it on and pressed it to my bare mound. TN kissed my neck and jaw, sucked on my lips and my nipple. I climbed the rise quickly and as his mouth returned to mine I began to splinter.

He caught my orgasm in his mouth as I whimpered and gasped into him.

I fell limp and he pulled me to him as he rolled onto his back. I surprised him when I grabbed his chubby cock with one hand and turned the vibrator back on while on my side.

It was a swift ride with my ear pressed to his chest as it rose and fell quickly; his cock grew in my hand as my orgasm approached, spilled out onto us and faded away.

In his arms I thanked him for saying all those nice things about me as he was fucking me. He said it was nothing, that he loved the pictures I sent him. “I think it’s especially sexy when there are things left to the imagination.”

“Really?” I said, dancing on the edge of a doze.

“Yeah, like that one in the series you sent me the other day where your pants were unzipped but your bra still on. That was damn sexy, by far my favorite of the bunch.”

I perked up a little at that, proud and pleased in equal measure.

“Well, I’m glad. I try to be sexy and not just raunchy.”

“You do a good job,” he affirmed.

I mumbled something into the warmth of his skin, wrapped in love and kisses and compliments and told him again how much I liked him. He squeezed me and said he had to go soon.

I don’t know if loving him more will make me braver or more afraid, but as I’ve been told recently I need to act like the grown up and share my feelings and I agree. Just a few more nights like this one and I might feel brave enough to try.

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His favorite.

Friday, August 30th, is Boobday!

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He nuzzled my neck last night and used his funny “movie voice” on me, “What are you doing later, pretty lady?”  I giggled and pushed against his warm body with the back of mine.

“Nothing, Coach,” I said quietly so our teammates couldn’t hear me.  “You wanna fuck me senseless again?”

“Yes I do,” he replied and squeezed my hips with his hands.  My fingers laced through the chain-link of the dugout and I closed my eyes and thought about the quickie we shared before our ride to the diamond.

This is such a different man from whom I used to know.  I’m still holding my breath, but also trying enjoy the sweetness.  It’s a strange place to be.  As usual.

How long does it take for the unusual to become usual??

xx

Hy

What to participate in Boobday? Read the guidelines and send me a pic. I don’t censor the images, so there’s no “making the cut.” That would completely defeat the purpose of Boobday. I want to provide a space for women (cis and trans, bi, straight, gay, skinny to fat) to expose themselves and feel proud of what their mamas gave them.

If you don’t include your Twitter handle, your post URL, and whether or not you want to be anonymous, I’m not going to do any investigating, but also won’t assume anything. So be sure to have all the info I ask for every single time! No blog post required if you just want to post on mine!

Also, only post your Boobday pic on Fridays and always include the Boobday button in the post and a link back to me.

My tits:

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On my patio, working on the Boobday post.

NOT my tits:

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Kinky Mom joins us this week with lots of lace.

 

 

 

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Anonymous Shadows.

 

 

 

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Cara says this is a terrible picture. I think it’s hot as fuck. @CaraThereon

 

 

 

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Kayla’s creamy, peek-a-boo tit. @KaylaLords

 

 

 

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Silverdrop with long, luscious hair and big, juicy boobies. @SilverdropUK

 

 

 

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Panty Parade is wrapped up in something cozy. @OffGoThePanties

 

 

 

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Anonymous Leftie with Freckles.

 

 

 

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Another anonymous lady. Lets call her Dark and Anonymous. (And delectable.)

 

 

 

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Beck and her toys and a sexy green corset. @Beck42069

 

 

 

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Anonymous Aussie lets the girls slip out a bit from her flannel sheets.