If there's one thing I came away with from working at the World Cyber Games this past weekend it's… a new affinity for breasts.
Well, that and exhaustion.
But a new affinity for the female reproductive organ that raises eyebrows and cocks at every turn is the one thing that I now have.
You might say "well Leigh, you're a male and an overly horny one at that. I'm quite surprised that you previously didn't already want to fondle the breasts of every thing you'd come in contact with."
But to that I say… well… no.
I'm not normally a "breast" man. I kind of like belly buttons, eyes, laughs… but breasts never really did it for me. I can't exactly say why. All I know is that I just didn't care. So what if you had breasts, I wanted to see your belly button and hear you giggle.
About a year ago, I was an ass and thigh man. I liked the shape of asses and the tone of thighs. Can't really say why, once again. I just did. If you had a hot ass and sexy thighs, I wanted to fuck you more than I wanted to listen to an Imogen Heap cd… and I really like Imogen Heap.
So now… I like breasts.
And what's the catalyst for this new desire to look at the female extension of… well… the chest?
The girls of WCG. The booth babes. The promo girls. Hot females in skimpy ass polyester and spandex strutting their stuff pretending to give a damn about the product they're wearing when we all know they're just doing a job no different to when we'd do a job. Except they look better doing it.
And probably that too.
Yes, the unzipped top area of those females was certainly enough to force me to develop strong feelings for breasts.
Mmmm… breasts.