**Not really a “Perverse” post, but is still sexually based. There are photos, but they’re tame and non-naked as my husband doesn’t really want his wife to be an internet porn star. This is the second installment of “The Sexy Sixth” Translation: I write about something involving relationship or anything of a sexual nature on the sixth of the month.)
I love boobs.
Specifically, I love MY boobs.
Seriously love them.
I think they are beautiful and frankly, while I’m only 23.7% lesbian, I have to say that I think breasts are just more attractive asthetically than what males are endowed with. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the function of the penis, but frankly? If I ever get to talk to God we are going to have a little chat about the whole look/packaging thing He decided on as far as ALL human genitalia is concerned.
I just don’t find it attractive. Sorry, but there it is.
Breasts, however, are beautiful. Even if you aren’t sexually turned on by them, cleavage is just gorgeous. Obviously, humans have thought so for quite some time. Think of all the fabulous works of art that feature the female form.
Breasts are also intregal part of my identity as a woman.
When I was younger, I had unfortunate hair, I was fat and I also had to fight having a big, crooked nose. THE GIRLS, however, ROCKED THE WORLD.
I had gorgeous breasts.
I lost most of my photos from that era when our basement flooded, but I did find one cleavage shot when I was just 15. I was going through my “Phantom of the Opera” phase and my best friend, Susie and I spent a lot of our time doing dorky photo-shoots in her basement. (Obviously not much has changed as now I spend time doing dorky photo shoots with Bridgy in HER basement!) 
I was proud of the girls. My high school boyfriend LOVED them. He taught me that boobs were fun.
When I was 20, I had a gastric bypass. Along with the 130 lbs I lost, I also lost my boobs right along with it. It was really sad. Although I liked my new body, I really missed my cleavage.
As time went along, I realized that it wasn’t being small chested bothered me. I think small breasts are gorgeous, too. What is NOT gorgeous is the sagginess that results when you go from being a DD to a barely B.
Because of the sag, I couldn’t even make cleavage with push-up bras. It was terrible. THIS is a very padded bra. Really, it is just the bra that is making the shape, not my breast. (Attractive photo, I know. Ignore the fact that I look like the victim of a gunshot wound to the head.)
Also, if you notice, BOTH of my wedding dresses fit horribly in the chest area (AND I STUFFED!) Sad.
I felt embarrassed about my breasts when I was with my (Two) husbands. They both assured me that they loved my body and my breasts (And both tried to gain access to them at every possible moment), but I lost the confidence I had when I was younger. In a way, it was how I felt when I was heavy. I have said time and time again that my fat saved my virginity in High School because I was too embarrassed to let my boyfriend see my body.
That is how I felt about my deflated chest. I was embarrassed to have the men I was with look at them. It made me feel like less of a woman. 
Over the years I often thought about having breast augmentation. I never went through with it because of money, the fact that I have medical conditions that make surgery risky, and the label of vanity that is associated with it.
When my world fell to crap last fall, I made a very hasty decision to just say, ‘What the hell” and have it done. There were LOTS of reasons why, but I was in a horrible place and wow, did my decision-making ability SUCK.
It was a difficult recovery. There were a few complications, but I made it through.My breasts took quite a bit to “Settle” and they were really swollen (See photo)for quite awhile. I have faint scaring (Doesn’t really bother me) around my aereolas because my surgeon required that I also have a “Lift” or he wouldn’t do the procedure. I had so much extra skin it would have looked awful.
Now that it is over and done with, I am pretty torn. I can’t say that I would do it again ONLY because I should never have taken the health risk with my medical history and it is more money that I have to pay off. Plus, as I am finding out, others are not as impressed with my chest as I am. I’ve been called un-feminist, and mocked quite extensively (Both in fun and cruelly).
That said, I LOVE THEM. Seriously, seriously, LOVE THEM. They are pretty, full, way way way softer and more natural feeling than I ever imagined and I just have tons more confidence-both in life and in bed. I was worried that I would have a decrease in sensation in my nipples, but it actually improved it.
My body feels more correct proportionally. I think I might have gone a touch smaller if I had to change anything, but I am not sure. Some days they feel bigger than others.
cleavage out the yinyag here: 
Fairly average looking, here:
And this is me last night:
(Um. Yah, remember the statement I made earlier about doing weird photo shoots with Bridgy? I ran all over Logan in a nightgown so she could shoot “Ghost” photos. I’ll post them when they’re done. It was a blast, but I am afraid some of the “Out of the way” places we picked to shoot were quite well-traveled University footpaths. I’m afraid a few college guys got a bit of an eyeful. Wince.
P.S. It was freaking COLD. I will save the subject of Rock Tit for another day, though.)
Over all, I think they are pretty swell. So does Jonathan.
He L-O-V-E-S them.
When he moved back in and we had a “Talk” about my hasty decision to augment my chest, I told him that of all the screw ups a wife could do, this seemed to be one that a husband would have a pretty easy time forgiving.
I was right.
What a brave post – an honest post – I thoroughly enjoyed it. Thanks.
Rubik…..I love em too!!!!!!LOL
A post about breasts. This must have been meant for me.
Thanks LL!
I think you’re great little boobs or big boobs. You’re just great!
Hell Lor… I love your breast too! HAHA. But then again, I had no problem with them before.
To all the guys out there…
NAh – NAh -NAh NAh – NAh! /sticks tounge out at all boys… I’ve seen Lor’s girls naked both before and after. HEHE.
Oh btw… I posted about the sexy sixth on my blog Lor. Your on there.
http://3evilmonkeys.blogspot.com/
Not as sexy as it could be, but next month it will be great.
I’m scared to think of how sexually active I would have been in high school if I was thin. I was pretty over weight and it was still a lot.
I enjoyed reading about your experience with your breasts. It’s also interesting to see their many changes over the years.
I enjoy your sexy sixth posts. It refreshing to hear someone talking about sex. Perhaps next month I’ll start joining you.
Nice post Loralee, I like your breasts too. Hell I even got to touch them. That was probably my highlight of the night when we all got to see the new ladies, covered of course. I am not lucky like Bridge, probably because all I have are man boobs.
Seems everyone but me gets to do photo shoots with bridge. When’s it going to be my turn? lol. Great post LO!
I’ve wondered about getting my breasts done for a long time. I could have written this post. I don’t know that I could though. I have a lot of girlfriends that always say that augmentation is terrible. That they end up looking big and horrible and hard and that only woman who are driven by the media and men would have it done. They have no idea I am even thinking about it. I am glad that I lost weight but between that and breastfeeding my chest looks really awful. I am really self concious of it. It really inhibits my sexuality. My fiancee is tired of me asking him how he feels about it. I know that we should just “Love Ourselves” but that hard to do when I feel like I look so ugly.
Thanks for writing this. I know the opinions on the other side and that there are risks involved. But my girlfriends smoke and drink and those are risks too. Its just nice to see someone who loves the outcome and that you feel more confident.
Good for you.
Zac…
Tell me what you want to do. LOL. I am really in a photo taking mood. I am looking for “scary” pictures.
And… on another note… Loralee is going to hate me for using her blog comments as a posting board.
And yes I was lucky Kyle. HEHE. Man boobs. ROFL
One nice thing is that they aren’t “porno boobs.” You all know what I’m talking about: cleavage up to the eyebrows and each one larger than the Goodyear blimp. When Lo asked me what I thought, I took a good look at them…and, yes, it was totally a study in aesthetics. I’d known her for a long time in her natural state and thought she looked good. I think she looks good now, too.
However, I’m torn because I think that nature generally knows what its doing. It’s society who tells us that we’re inferior, and the “Drs. Waxworks” of the world feed off that pummelling our self-images take. All that pinko, liberal, commie commentary aside, though, they still look good, Lo, but I think I’ll leave the “hands on” experiences to those who appreciate them…you know, Jonathan, Kyle…Bridge…
You know, I had finally come to terms with my big boobs when pregnancy had to go and fuck everything up. I seriously don’t recognize my body anymore.
The Story of Boob is a great one.. thanks for sharing.. we should all trace our history that way. It’s so telling.
Personally, I’m weaning Vivi now and I’m NOT impressed with the size-loss involved (of course, you don’t lose weight in your ASS when you wean..only your boobs).
ARGH!
Rachael
OK… it’s time to come clean. I was obsessed with Phantom when I was about 11 or 12… my friends and I dressed up and put on a production in which I played Christine. Me? Sing?! It was AWFUL… but we loved it.
Loralee, I am going to miss those boobs of yours, but those hairy boobs just turn me on LOL, you know who I am talking about..wink…You will have to make a trip out to the East coast sometime so that we can see more of those ladies….Love ya
Kyle
Holy crap that last picture is gorgeous! Why did you have gastic bypass?
Thank you so much for sharing that story (and for linking to it from my site.) I’m torn but it’s good to see how someone feels about it afterwards, including the little bit of regret about the decision.
I can relate to the insecurity part. I didn’t mention it in my post, but the sagging really really bothers me. To the point that I cover them up when I’m naked, and I’ve always been very comfortable with my naked body.
Oh well, I’ll be thinking on this some more. Plus, I know we want to have another baby so I’m not sure what would happen to the new boobs after that. Maybe I’ll wait until afterwards.
Okay, this is a novel, but I too really like your ghost picture. It’s a very pretty one of you.
This is awesome. I luff you.
Another great entry. Gotta love the Phantom outfit! :D