As a little bit of context on me – I get pigeon holed into “**that girl with big boobs**,” and I totally embrace it! At some instinctual level, I love the attention they demand in a crowd, the inevitable stares, and the idea that someone is going home and masturbating to the memory of my body. I like when my partner plays with them, uses them, obsesses over them, and objectifies me for them. It’s just kinda become the embodiment of me. It’s the elephant in the room, it’s the constant distraction that demands your attention, and for better or worse, it’s become a very defining characteristic of my personality.
This story dates back to a college ex long ago. Let’s call him Tim. Tim was coming to visit me at at my parents’ house and this was his inaugural “coming out” to all my local childhood friends. We had a BBQ and pool day planned and since mostly everyone was back home during this spring break vacation, he got to do the rounds with the girls.