There are so many curves that I love, many of them pertaining to the female form. But this particular curve catches my eye sometimes, as it did this particular night.
It’s the curve where the top of a woman’s breast flattens to collarbone, the curve that gets pronounced when she is wearing a bra with amazing support. Certain bras will give us this support from the bottom up, and if no bra strap or clothing is able to meld into that dramatically pronounced sudden curve, it becomes this deliciously perverted little spot.
Something like this:
With this kind of support our breasts are elevated – held aloft against gravity – as if resting on a shelf. When we walk the tops of our breasts move and jiggle and draw in the eye.
She was wearing either an amazing bra or a corset under her dress. I couldn’t tell. The wide-neck and low cut dress was sexy without going over the top but her tits with that jiggle and that space and that uplift made it almost obscene. I stared in awe and appreciation, lust and arousal. I equally wanted to touch as much as I just wanted to ask what she was wearing underneath in the female-camaraderie way of “Wow your tits look fabulous, where did you get the bra?”
I did neither, in the end.
I just stared.
And there’s really nothing you can do about this spot other than stare. It’s like fine art in that way – gallery-worthy. Touching doesn’t enhance. Licking doesn’t transform. All you can do is gaze and hope that you can successfully walk the line between an appreciative stare and a lecherous ogle.
Go see who else is talking about, dreaming about, fantasizing about curves:
Salt and Pepper:
Panser Bjørne: http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/
Ms. Scarlett: http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com/
Lolita Vida: http://www.sexingrock.blogspot.com/
FG Sakes: http://fgsakes.blogspot.com/
Library Vixen: http://libraryvixen.com/
Barefoot Dreamer: http://dreamingbearfoot.blogspot.com/