|bound breasts from Sex and Submission|
My friend's observation surprised me a little, as he's not sexist and he's rarely heard discussing anything even remotely sexual. But his logic was seemingly inescapable, he simply reasoned that breasts were a week old baby's entire world. At an older age it's likely that a newborn would have other dreams, their world having enlarged to include brightly colored mobile objects dancing above their cribs and a world of other sights and sensations. But, at a week of age or less, boobies are all they've got!
I suppose there's little wonder that some of us never outgrow our fixation with breasts, they are marvelous and beautiful objects worthy of desire and obsession. With all of that said, it's my opinion that far too many cosmetic surgeries are done to enhance and/or alter women's breasts.
My favorite breasts on the planet are my slave/wife's, making me one hell of a lucky guy. Her breasts aren't what a surgeon would consider perfect, but that's probably true of most every other woman out there too, plastic surgeons like to create their own versions of beauty, rather than accepting nature's.
To me (I'm not a surgeon by the way,) my Serafina's chest is not only beautiful, her breasts are perfect. My slave/wife has had 4 children, and she's been on the planet for five full decades, so I'm sure a plastic surgeon would find things to improve. I however, do not.
With all of that said, this post wasn't meant to be a paean to my slave's breasts, instead it is to express my personal preference for unaltered anatomy. If you absolutely want or need cosmetic surgery on your breasts, I won't hold it against you socially or personally, but I won't hold you against me sexually. It's just not my thing.
I endeavor to always be sex positive, that's also something I strongly encourage in Serafina. I don't care to become onto an individual who is judgmental of other's kink or play style. I endeavor to be an "anything goes between consenting adults" kind of fellow, accepting of other's kink even if it's not my own.
But, that doesn't mean I don't have personal preferences.
And, personally, I don't care for the telltale signs of a plastic surgeon's work. It doesn't turn me on to see perfectly shaped breasts with a scars around the areola, rather, it has the opposite effect.
As we were splitting up, my ex had a boob reduction, and I’ll never forget her whipping them out from under the pressure bandages to show me. I guess she thought that smaller breasts would win me back, or perhaps she was trying to taunt me with what I wasn't going to have if she left. The thing is, she showed me while there were still bloody stitches surrounding her nipples. I don’t believe she intended that to be the way I remember her breasts, but that image is now burned into my memory.
And, in it's own way, that's a good reminder of something I've learned about the human condition. It's difficult (if not impossible) to choose how other's will perceive us, it's not practical to believe we can choose how other's will remember us. And, in the end, it's not how we look that will be remembered most, it's how we act.
Looks are really important for first impressions only, and that's not reason enough to submit one's self to the surgeon's knife. A soft mouth and a talented tongue will peak my interest far more than a pair of bee stung lips.
I openly admit those are my personal preferences, not everyone will agree that natural beauty is more attractive than the kind of physical "perfection" that can be attained through surgery, and that's ok. Heck, it's a good thing! I mean somebody's got to love women like my ex . . . just not me~!