I am so stupidly stressed out right now that it really isn’t funny. I have a feeling that I am in the
bottom 1% of the entire population when it comes to ‘successful time management’. I suck, and not in the sexual sense either (well, okay, my wife’s nipples may say differently). I really was sure that I could manage a full time study load, four kids, writing my erotica AND for a couple of different (completely un-erotica related) websites, but apparently not.
I only have myself to blame really, I have put my writing ahead of my studies and now find myself in the shitty predicament of having three assignments due within one week, one that I only realised TONIGHT is due next Thursday.
Okay, just writing about this is getting me stressed out, so I am going to share a few images I found today that cheered my day up rather substantially.
BOOBS! Photos of BOOBS! Boobs glorious boobs.
I can’t help it, I love boobs… they are so curvy and… I really can’t describe what I love about boobs, but there is something beautiful about them. I’m not just speaking from a sexual point of view either, they are pretty – full stop. Round and plump and soft and… I don’t know. It is pointless trying to explain my love of boobs. I can only hope you understand where I am coming from.
|I give you MY BOOBS.
… tonight is one of those look down and smile kind of nights!
Although I generally dislike my OWN boobs (far too big and out of proportion with the rest of my body), there are some days that I look down and am greeted by a sight which makes me proud to be a woman. I call those ‘good boob days’, and on days such as that find myself looking downward a whole lot. I am used to men speaking at my boobs (I have eyes, remember?), but I am not overly used to looking at my own and thinking ‘hey, not too bad!’. I think my wife has encouraged me to love my boobs, because as she has stated on so many occasions, she loves them.
Because I have allowed myself an hour or so to work on the latest Georgia and Zoe story and it is now 10.05pm, I am going to leave you with some photos of boobs so I can get on to said writing, and then go to bed and play with my wife’s boobs. I mean snuggle with her.
|No nippleage, but a lovely, enticing shot all the same|
|What is better than one set of boobs? TWO sets of boobs!|
|Cleavage… who doesn’t love cleavage?|
|The image of boobs encased in cotton is something that I have always loved
… okay, it actually makes my mouth water….
|Nipples pressing against cotton *dies*|
|Yea, I know, FINALLY getting to the good stuff!
Interesting contrast between the roughness of burlap & softness of boobs!
|I challenge anyone to suggest those nipples aren’t begging to be sucked!|
|Am I the only one who can feel a nipple against her lips when looking at this?|
|Why not just take matters into your own hands (fingers?) tonight?!|