Breast addiction

What is your breast addiction?


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Maleboobs

aren't they suckable
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I am a breast addict for sure, because touching, caressing and suckling a womans breasts is the biggest turn-on possible for me, and I am a breast addict too, when it comes to my own breasts. They need constant attention, if not by somebody else, then by my own hands. And did I say they love to be watched and admired?
 
of course you could go beyond just voting on this poll and be more explicit regarding your breast addiction...
 
ok, so I'll go ahead

I am a breast addict, because:
* I can't avoid staring at a nice cleavage
* I can get lost between the breasts of my wife
* I love coming between them
* I never tire to watch my own breasts being creamed, oiled, fondled and caressed by my own hands
* I always fantasize about my breasts to be fuller, more feminine
* I even fantasize to lactate and being milked by a woman (even a guy)
* I can almost climax while vieotaping my own breasts being caressed and teased
:eek::eek::eek:
 
My wife and I love it

I am a breast addict, and size doesn't matter. It started when I was 12 and my sister let me play with her 15 year old breasts. I will never forget the night I uncovered my date's smaller breasts when we were 16. I soon discovered that she was addicted to having her breasts fondled, sucked, pinched, whatever, a trait that all of her dates enjoyed. We have now been married a long time, and we still enjoy our shared addiction to breast play.
 
Now that you say this...
I do recall that when I was perhaps in that age, I accidently brushed over my nips, perhaps while putting a shirt on or something, and felt kind of an electric jolt going through my nips. I guess that was the starting point of it all.
I am a breast addict, and size doesn't matter. It started when I was 12 and my sister let me play with her 15 year old breasts. I will never forget the night I uncovered my date's smaller breasts when we were 16. I soon discovered that she was addicted to having her breasts fondled, sucked, pinched, whatever, a trait that all of her dates enjoyed. We have now been married a long time, and we still enjoy our shared addiction to breast play.
 
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and I have to add that on my way to school I passed a small shop, selling cigarettes, soft drinks and journals. And they had a window showing some of these magazines. And I was fascinated by e.g. actresses on the cover sheet showing some cleavage. I already came to love a nice pair of breasts displayed e.g. in a low-cut dress when I was only 10. And it never went away.:D
 
my avatar says it all

I always had sensitive breasts and nips, but since some years I increasingly daydream about breastplay with a woman. (or 2, that is :eek:)
But I am happily married, hubby loves my boobies and I don't want to cheat on him anyway. Plus I am a coward, so I'd never dare to approach a woman.
Hubby has sensitive nips too, but is reluctant to admit HOW sensitive they are, even though he didn't object when I asked him to shave his (barely existent) breasthair.
So at the end I treat his breasts as if they were a womans breasts (dreaming of them to be the breasts of a woman) and he secretely enjoys it.
It's kind of a weird compromise.
And here I follow maleboobs :kiss: from a distance, because his breasts look like those I want hubby to have, and he is so open in terms of admitting his breast kink.
 
oh my Dystracted, I feel flattered, thanks...
You make my mind wander and you fuel undecent fantasies...we would be the perfect match, when it comes to boobies...:eek:
And here I follow maleboobs :kiss: from a distance, because his breasts look like those I want hubby to have, and he is so open in terms of admitting his breast kink.
 
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the number of breast addicts is growing here, but I'd ask those already having voted to be more explicit and give us some background of your addiction...;)
 
you might be right about us to be a perfect match at least in that respect...and I am sure your fantasies aren't undecent...
I wish hubby would have some of those fantasies and would be ready to admit them...;)
oh my Dystracted, I feel flattered, thanks...
You make my mind wander and you fuel undecent fantasies...we would be the perfect match, when it comes to boobies...:eek:

I always had sensitive breasts and nips, but since some years I increasingly daydream about breastplay with a woman. (or 2, that is :eek:)
But I am happily married, hubby loves my boobies and I don't want to cheat on him anyway. Plus I am a coward, so I'd never dare to approach a woman.
Hubby has sensitive nips too, but is reluctant to admit HOW sensitive they are, even though he didn't object when I asked him to shave his (barely existent) breasthair.
So at the end I treat his breasts as if they were a womans breasts (dreaming of them to be the breasts of a woman) and he secretely enjoys it.
It's kind of a weird compromise.
And here I follow maleboobs :kiss: from a distance, because his breasts look like those I want hubby to have, and he is so open in terms of admitting his breast kink.
 
Yes, I am a breast man! Size doesn't really matter as long as they are natural. The hint of cleavage gets my attention and if you're flaunting it I'm staring. Working in a female dominated workplace I managed to get in a little trouble (no HR thankfully) for my wandering eyes and failure to "look up here". The heft of a woman's breasts in my hands and whether I'm palming or squeezing gets my mind and motor running. Teasing her nipples in the dark, or even better in the light and seeing them get hard and just begging to be sucked. Tugging on them and pinching them, no too much, then lightly brushing my lips over them before taking them into my mouth. Oh the strain in my shorts just from writing this .......
 
mhhh, quite descriptive...I guess any woman would appreciate such intense attention to her breasts and nips...I certainly would...;)
Yes, I am a breast man! Size doesn't really matter as long as they are natural. The hint of cleavage gets my attention and if you're flaunting it I'm staring. Working in a female dominated workplace I managed to get in a little trouble (no HR thankfully) for my wandering eyes and failure to "look up here". The heft of a woman's breasts in my hands and whether I'm palming or squeezing gets my mind and motor running. Teasing her nipples in the dark, or even better in the light and seeing them get hard and just begging to be sucked. Tugging on them and pinching them, no too much, then lightly brushing my lips over them before taking them into my mouth. Oh the strain in my shorts just from writing this .......
 
fantasizing about actually meeting one of those addicts here for mutual breastplay makes me caress my nips constantly...
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mhhh, quite descriptive...I guess any woman would appreciate such intense attention to her breasts and nips...I certainly would...;)

:devil: I'd love to offer to demonstrate and if that avatar is to be believed enjoy it immensely. Alas your signature suggests I'm not your type :eek:
 
:devil: I'd love to offer to demonstrate and if that avatar is to be believed enjoy it immensely. Alas your signature suggests I'm not your type :eek:

well, the avatar is me...and I wouldn't say you'r not my type, but here on LIT I want to chat with women...
 
As a young woman I went to the cinema with a guy. We'd had dinner together a couple of times and liked each other, but apart from a peck on the cheek nothing had happened.
In the dark he put his arm around my shoulder. After a while I slid down a bit in my seat so it was easier for him. His hand went onto my boob - I suspect he was waiting for me to move it, but I didn't. 10 minutes or so later, I did the 'take your bra off without removing your t-shirt' thing, then went back to where I was.
He played with my nipple the rest of the movie. When it finished and I went to the Ladies, I was embarrassed to see that I actually had a wet patch on the back of my jeans.
 
In such a situation I wouldn't have recalled a single scene from that film...
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As a young woman I went to the cinema with a guy. We'd had dinner together a couple of times and liked each other, but apart from a peck on the cheek nothing had happened.
In the dark he put his arm around my shoulder. After a while I slid down a bit in my seat so it was easier for him. His hand went onto my boob - I suspect he was waiting for me to move it, but I didn't. 10 minutes or so later, I did the 'take your bra off without removing your t-shirt' thing, then went back to where I was.
He played with my nipple the rest of the movie. When it finished and I went to the Ladies, I was embarrassed to see that I actually had a wet patch on the back of my jeans.
 
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