Oh, wait; it�s the inherent fear of seeing tit, isn�t it? Lord knows women in committed, established relationships don�t bother to meticulously cover a breast while lying in bed. I certainly don�t. The bits and pieces tend to flow more than freely about this house. We walk to the kitchen for midnight cereal naked, brush our teeth naked, and sometimes even check to see what the weather is like by walking naked out onto the balcony in the dead of night.

When did boobs become so taboo? I know it�s the media�s fear that if they let a nipple loose, teenage boys the nation over will stop their industriousness and simultaneously spank wherever they are, but what�s wrong with spanking? Is it all that pesky hair that grows on the palms? Or is it the onset of astigmatism and inherent need for � mile thick vision correctors post-puberty? It simply baffles me that the nipple has been branded somehow filthy and improper. I mean, I understand why they don�t show boy-junk all over the place, because, honestly, that isn�t pretty most of the time. All those wrinkles, that strange resemblance to a pink Darth Vader helmet (if you�re uncut, at least), the hair? Only the most fortunate are blessed with being able to spend time with a very attractive set of man (Me! Me!). I doubt people would be signing up to show it off. Breasts, though: there�s something about them, something irresistible, even to gay men. I don�t know if it�s a throwback to infancy or what, but even people whom never breastfed love tits.

I know I love mine. It�s not just that with every pill change they get a little bigger or that they remain perky regardless, it�s that they�re just plain fun. I admit that they fascinate me, though a little less than the accessories of men (because I don�t have that stuff attached, of course), but still, I am transfixed. I will also admit that when the hot weather comes and they leave half moons of sweat on my shirt, I am irritated, but I always love them in the end. No, I don�t scour the internet for porn; we all know how I feel about that particular industry. I would just like to see more of them. Don�t give me the fake ones, though, or the ones so large it looks as though they need to be carried with a wheelbarrow. I love mine, but it�s been a long time since I got to play with those of another girl and it will be a long time, if ever, before I get to again.