A Love/Hate Relationship with My Breasts
“After 50 years old, you should never have sex on top,” my girlfriend quoted her mother.
“Why not?” I cried out. “I love it on top!”
“I know, but Mom preached, ‘You don’t want your big old breasts hanging in his face,’” she said wagging her scolding finger.
I hadn’t really visualized what my “girls” might look like from HIS perspective. It occurred to me that if I hovered over his face low enough, I could probably smother him to death with my bottom-heavy, pendulous pillows.
Always looking for a solution to continue to do what feels good, I asked, “What if I wore a pretty bra?”...