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The Story of My Beautiful Breasts
A true confession from my girls to you and yours…
Dear Readers,
This is a story of my beautiful breasts and my sister who died of breast cancer just a few years ago.
What is true for me, is that my breasts are one of my personal favorite parts of me.
They are a source of incredible erotic pleasure for me.
After 50, they are still high enough for a full breasted woman; nipples that may not be pointing at the sky… but they will look you in the eye.
They are a source of incredible erotic pleasure for me too — — something in my case that should never be overlooked — especially as a women, it’s almost as if our bodies are not our own sometimes.
Time spent with my nipples can bring me to places of extraordinary bliss. They nursed two sons; and that too was pure joy for me. It took me a while to start having all the various breast screenings after her death. I just couldn’t face it. My sister got diagnosed with breast cancer at 50.
One of my hardest memories of my sister’s anger at breast cancer was during the last year of her life. I was wearing one of my “Breast Positive” outfits. Honestly, most of my clothing options are “Breast Positive”. I enjoy them. And she looked at me…
