Bi-Sexual Female / 22
I have a complicated relationship with my body.
My breasts grew into their current cup size - 34H - back when I was fifteen. I absolutely hated them.
I started wearing sweatshirts and hoodies to school, mostly to try and avoid the cruelty of a few classmates who'd otherwise make fun of me, but I hated wearing hoodies too. They made me look heavier than I was. I felt as though hiding under big clothes was "the lesser of two evils".
I'd knew that college would be more accepting and open-minded, and I made a promise to myself to stop wearing clothes I didn't like. Granted it wasn't so easy for me to find clothes that worked, but I did manage to put together a few cute outfits for myself.
College was very different. Nobody seemed to mind as much - everyone was sort of minding their own business, but they were friendly.
I became friends with a few girls, and we became pretty close.
There was a point where we became trusting enough in each other to talk about this kind of stuff, and to my surprise, they all agreed that they liked my breasts. One girl - let's call her Alicia - even told me she was jealous of me, that she wished she had my boobs.
Later that night when I was alone again, I began to realize something weird about myself: I was beginning to get excited by the idea of envy. The idea that Alicia envied my boobs - turned me on. I had something she wanted. It made me feel powerful.
I started to look at my breasts differently after that. I often stood in front of the mirror looking at them, wondering what Alicia would say if she saw them bare. I wanted to see the look on her face.
Things starts to get weird. The girl in the mirror - and my breasts - became symbols of desire and power in my mind. I started to look at my reflection in new ways. I have no shame anymore in admitting that my reflection turned me on. I began to watch myself playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples, feeling myself getting wet as I did. I'm very grateful that my nipples are sensitive, as some women don't.
I masturbate with two hands. I use one hand to play with my clit, and I use the other hand to feed my breast to my mouth. I love sucking on my nipples - I love how they feel in my mouth, and the sensations are amazing. I would absolutely love to have Alicia suck on my nipples.
My breasts grew into their current cup size - 34H - back when I was fifteen. I absolutely hated them.
I started wearing sweatshirts and hoodies to school, mostly to try and avoid the cruelty of a few classmates who'd otherwise make fun of me, but I hated wearing hoodies too. They made me look heavier than I was. I felt as though hiding under big clothes was "the lesser of two evils".
I'd knew that college would be more accepting and open-minded, and I made a promise to myself to stop wearing clothes I didn't like. Granted it wasn't so easy for me to find clothes that worked, but I did manage to put together a few cute outfits for myself.
College was very different. Nobody seemed to mind as much - everyone was sort of minding their own business, but they were friendly.
I became friends with a few girls, and we became pretty close.
There was a point where we became trusting enough in each other to talk about this kind of stuff, and to my surprise, they all agreed that they liked my breasts. One girl - let's call her Alicia - even told me she was jealous of me, that she wished she had my boobs.
Later that night when I was alone again, I began to realize something weird about myself: I was beginning to get excited by the idea of envy. The idea that Alicia envied my boobs - turned me on. I had something she wanted. It made me feel powerful.
I started to look at my breasts differently after that. I often stood in front of the mirror looking at them, wondering what Alicia would say if she saw them bare. I wanted to see the look on her face.
Things starts to get weird. The girl in the mirror - and my breasts - became symbols of desire and power in my mind. I started to look at my reflection in new ways. I have no shame anymore in admitting that my reflection turned me on. I began to watch myself playing with my breasts, pinching my nipples, feeling myself getting wet as I did. I'm very grateful that my nipples are sensitive, as some women don't.
I masturbate with two hands. I use one hand to play with my clit, and I use the other hand to feed my breast to my mouth. I love sucking on my nipples - I love how they feel in my mouth, and the sensations are amazing. I would absolutely love to have Alicia suck on my nipples.
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