My whole life I was threatened with violence if I even glanced at a girl's breasts. This had a bad effect on me and I ended up having trouble relating to them. Then I met my girlfriend.
She seemed to know who I was and she dressed in very baggy clothes. Then one day, she dressed in normal clothes and it looked like her breasts ballooned. She was a big girl, a very big girl up on top.
Suddenly I wasn't able to get close to her. I felt like a bad person. She was very understanding and good to me though. She did encourage me though, called me a good boy and took my hands gently in hers before placing them on her breasts, telling me it was okay and it felt good to her and I could keep touching.
Breasts changed from becoming a source of fear to a wonderful source of pleasure and happiness.
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