Man oh man do I love big tits. I’ll take them any way I can get them too. It doesn’t matter of the body they’re attached to happens to be a little chunky or a small framed babe. As long as the tits are big and beautiful I’m a happy guy. I like them real or fake as well, it doesn’t really matter to me. I just want to see two big globes of flesh hanging from a woman’s chest, everything else be damned.
Sadly, sometimes this fetish has gotten in the way of my dating life, preventing me from dating some very beautiful women who just didn’t meet my high standards of chest size. I have a few interesting experiences to tell you about in the hopes that maybe some of your other users have been through the same thing and can share their thoughts and knowledge on the subject.
When I graduated college and first began dating seriously I always knew that I liked girls with big tits but I never figured that it was a make or break kind of thing. Sure, I would always choose a babe with big boobs over a smaller chested girl, but I never imagined I literally wouldn’t be able to fuck a girl with small tits. That was until it actually happened. Three months after graduating college I was dating a good looking blonde chick named Marie and we were getting along quite well. She was funny and smart and she really seemed to like me. Everything was perfect until we fell into bed for the first time. We were doing all the usual stuff; making out, groping, stroking, licking, etc, and my dick just wasn’t getting hard. I made some excuse about feeling nauseous which was making it hard to get myself excited, but that wasn’t the case at all. At the time I had no idea what was going on and I just chalked it up to some freak occurrence. The next weekend we went out again and again we ended up at my apartment, getting hot and heavy on the couch. This time we even ended up naked but I still could not get it up. This time Marie took it personally and stormed out in a fit of rage, muttering about how she could easily find a guy who would be able to fuck her. In retrospect it was probably a good thing that it didn’t work out with Marie, but that night was still a major downer for me. It was also the night that I began to realize that I might actually suffer from a big boob fetish.
See, when most people think of a fetish they imagine something that turns you on that’s not entirely normal, like spike high heels, vinyl, or pantyhose. However, a true fetish is something that you need in order to have a sexual experience at all, and in my case it seemed as though I needed big boobs to be able to have sex. I experimented with this at length while browsing the internet, which was when I came upon your site BoobsPalace.com. I must say I enjoy it quite a bit and I credit the site for helping me with my tireless research (which was really just a lot of masturbation).
After the experience with Marie I didn’t date again for two months but once I started looking once more I made sure to find a chick with big breasts. It wasn’t that difficult, especially considering that I live in Los Angeles, the city with the world’s highest concentration of big tits. As I said earlier I don’t mind fake tits, in fact I quite like their symmetrical shape and impossible perkiness. This was lucky for me because ten weeks to the day after my last date with Marie I met a stunning brunette girl at a bar. I saw immediately when I walked in and I spent the night fixated on her. When she stepped away to go to the bathroom I seized the moment and orchestrated an accidental bump moment where I nearly spilled my drink on her. After my clumsiness I apologized profusely and introduced myself. We chatted for five minutes or so and then she excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned I offered to buy her a drink and she accepted. We spent the rest of the night sitting at the bar and sharing stories of our youth, dating mistakes, and more. We stayed so late that we actually closed the bar, the first time I had done that in my life.
When we stumbled out into the cold night air I offered her a ride home and she took stepped right up to the plate, suggesting instead that we just go to my place. Any guy knows that means sex as long as he doesn’t screw it up royally on the way home. Luckily, I didn’t screw anything up and twenty minutes after we crossed the threshold into my apartment my cock was buried deep inside her pussy. She was on top, which my favorite position because I could reach up and grope her voluptuous tits all I wanted. They were 34Ds, implants, but they felt surprisingly natural and bounced just like real natural tits did. She rode my dick for a good fifteen minutes, her tits bouncing up and down the whole time. I couldn’t have picked a better girl for my return to dating, and as my orgasm washed over me I pulled her close and planted kisses all over her soft neck and face. After I disposed of the condom we cuddled together, softly falling asleep in one another’s arms.
In the morning we fucked again, this time with me on top. After I blew my load I concluded that no further research was needed and that I did indeed have a big boob fetish. I asked the girl if she wanted to hang out for the day but she said she had somewhere to be and left me her number. We ended up dating for a few months before moving on for no major reason in particular. I’ll remember her forever though as the woman I discovered my true self with. In the years since I’ve discovered my fetish I’ve been with a number of big breasted chicks, from super skinny babes with big implants all the way to fat chicks with heaving natural breasts. They’ve all been their own experiences and they’ve all been amazing. The only advice I would give to people reading this is that if you think you have a fetish, or even a strong longing for something sexual, don’t run away from it. You’re only hurting yourself if you don’t fully explore your desires.
Chad,
Los Angeles, CA
