Friday, February 21st, is SIDEBOOB Booday!


So, we’re back to Friday already and it’s an epic day.  I never actually count the number of entries I get each week, but it feels like there are more than ever this go around.  I’m sure, in part, to the readers of JK and Sofia’s blog.

Which in some roundabout way reminded me that I’ve forgotten to choose a single participant each month to highlight like I did with G back in November (it took me 20 minutes to find that post; I couldn’t even remember what month that had been!).  I’ll be emailing one of you soon to tell us in your own words what it’s been like sharing your body with the Internet, so be ready!

Next week’s theme will be SUNSHINE, inspired by New Dawn’s submission this week and another old pic I ran across earlier in my hunt for that old post — and not to be confused with LIGHT Boobday.

And again, please feel free to email me Boobday theme ideas, just make sure to put BOOBDAY THEME in your subject line lest it gets lost.



Want to participate in Boobday?  Go here and read the Guidelines and State of the Boob Union to answer any questions, but this is the TL;DR of what I need each time:

  1. an attached pic

  2. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

  3. if you want to be anonymous or not

  4. a hyperlink or URL to your Twitter handle (if you have one)

  5. a hyperlink or URL to your blog post (if you have one and post, it must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me and only posted on Friday)

Emails sent to me with all of this info plus the theme will be given preferential treatment.  I will not look up links.



I look at this image and literally can’t believe it’s me…


The scarf was caught on Faisal.

The first one is my favorite, but I couldn’t resist posting a second one.  I like it when little everyday things show up in shots, but I’ll also be the first to admit my blog is nothing if not self-indulgent.

NOT my SIDEBOOB tits (click on images for click-thrus where available):


@Hubman38 submitted this with permission from @VeronicaASM. I wonder where he was leading her…

I love the curve of her breast and how the nipple is pulled taut



@Beck42069 has a PSA for us all.

Here is my side boob boob day image. It’s a reminder to check your armpit during breast exams.

The answer is YES!

@SilverDom says, “Silverdrop looks so pretty in pink against her pale skin. Don’t you agree?”



Yes, JK, it is hard to get your own sideboob shot ;)

I chose this one because I love the way the light plays on her breast and in her hair, and I’ll always enjoy a topless woman the most in the bright sunshine.



This is ‘Tis’ first Boobday and she sorta [kinda not really] got wrangled into it I think she nailed it.

Seeing how this was my first Boobday submission, my husband and I picked the picture out together. We selected this picture because we each liked how my nipple was peaking out from underneath my tank top, it was sexy and revealing but still left something to the imagination.



@KaylaLords, I love them, too.

I love my boobs from this angle.



@PiecesofJade tantalizes from the shadows.  And, YES, it’s definitely good enough.

I don’t have a lot of boob to GET a sideboob shot with, but my partner LOVES sideboob, so I had to try to get a pic especially for him. Unfortunately, since I am traveling I didn’t have the right “prop” (he adores the “accidental” sideboob peeking out of a blouse) but I thought this might be good enough. ;-)



New Dawn was tough for us and an inspiration.

This week, I was sick and contemplated not taking part.
And then this morning I was feeling better, and played around in my bed…

@kinkybikermom gives us oodles of sideboob.



@offgothepanties put this one to a vote.

I had three to choose from and Mr. Wonderful picked this one out  of the three. It’s a fun game I like to play with him.



@thereon_cara gives a glimpse as if we were a fly on the wall.

This is pre-workout so I was pulling on my sports bra to head out for a run.


Look at @CurvyMilfy‘s bowls full of fun. I want to take a long, long nap right there.

I love the laying down sideboob look. D snapped this pic after he had pulled my bra down and gave my tits a nice rough squeeze.



I tore my dresser apart looking for something like this to wear, but I’m not nearly as stylish. Goddamnit, I want all @BisexualMinx’s lingerie!

Pure, simple, SideBoob

We masturbate with the light on.


The outfit of ill repute.

I pressed myself against his bare back and reached my arm around to find his stiff cock resting on the mattress.  We’d been cuddling for a while and our new configuration had interrupted my stroking.  I sighed into his back and kissed his shoulder, squeezed the hot thing in my hand.  He picked up his stream of consciousness and I closed my eyes with a smile as I breathed him in and indulged completely my joy of curling around him while sunk deeply into my mattress.

My hand, wrapped around his hotness, lazily moved the length of him and I felt a familiar draw between my legs.  I was surprised; I thought for sure the pounding headache I’d endured all day had surely killed any kind of libido, but no… she was purring just below the surface.  I decided to test it and thought out loud to us both.

“How long has it been since you masturbated?”

“Since Saturday or Sunday whenever I sent you that pic.”

“Mmm,” I replied remembering the glorious cock shot I’d received, all resplendent dark pink skin arched like a dolphin above the surface of his belly.  “I remember now.  Thanks for that.”  I squeezed my hand again and pulled his shoulder toward me to reposition him on his back.

“I want to watch you cum tonight,” I said softly, firmly.  The room was filled with light and an evening stillness, waiting.

He politely declined, but I persisted, perceiving the game.  “It’s so hot when your hand is a blur, to watch you tense your big thighs,” I whispered.

I traced my hand over his meaty quadricep.  “And to watch you shake a little.  To see your arm flex, your biceps harden.  Your little grunts and then you curl.”

“I curl?” he asked.

“Yes, you curl, just a little, like this at the end,” and I demonstrated the little crunch he does during climax.

He moaned a little and took over.  A slight smacking sound from the head of his cock joined the lilt of my story as his hand moved quickly and expertly over his own body.  “Mmm, how could I have forgotten about that sound?” I wondered.

“I want you to cum with me,” he said.  Then added, “Please, ma’am.”

I rolled over and retrieved the Hitachi resting on a nest of tangled cords and put the head over my polkadot shorts.  I lifted my white see-through t-shirt and lay in the bright light, his eyes locked on mine for a moment before we both shifted to each other’s bodies.

The wand seared through me as I watched the blurry arc of his hand.  Words tumbled out of me as quickly as my orgasm tumbled toward its cliff of release.  “I love your cock,” I gasped, “It’s so fucking big.  Look at you: so beautiful, so sexy.”

His body was doing all the things I’d already described.  His legs were rigid slabs of muscle, his chest was taut with exertion, his breath coming fast and in little jerks.

“I can’t believe you put that giant thing in me,” I managed to say and then my orgasm pushed through me like a wave crashing on the beach.  It came so swiftly the second I was done I wanted more.  He was still beating himself with a steady, sexy rhythm.

“You’re going again, right?” he asked, hopeful.

“Definitely,” I confirmed.  “Talking — hearing my own voice say those things — made me cum faster,” I said a little incredulously.  “But it’s hard.  I’m so shy.”  He said he felt the same way when he tried to talk and I felt less silly.

I put the Hitachi back on me and kept talking.  Again, it pounded through me in seconds and I arched and moaned and called out.  He closed his eyes and moved to his own music, his own needs.  His hand moved impossibly fast and his breathing shortened.  I pressed my hand gently on his thigh, close to the magic and waited.

And then he curled a little and spurts of his seed came spilling out to rest on the brambles of his hairy abdomen.  He giggled a little and relaxed.  “See?” I said kissing his shoulder.  “You curled!”  He giggled again and sighed, wiped the cum off his belly with his bare hand.

I took it and licked some off and smacked my lips, rolled back onto my back and quickly had a third orgasm with the taste of his cum on my lips and his mouth latched onto my breast.

“Let’s talk about our feelings,” he joked.  I snuggled down into my nook and kissed his chest.  His arm squeezed me to him and he nuzzled me for a kiss on the lips.

“Ok,” I said.  “I love you.”  He smiled and I got lost in his icy blue eyes, the whiskers he was growing back for me.

“I love you, too,” he replied and I quietly wrapped myself in the evening’s joy as I looked out into the quiet stillness of my brightly lit room, his chest a pillow beneath my smiling cheek.


What he saw.

Friday, February 14th, is LOVE Boobday!


I think it’s safe to say that today I’m in love.  L-O-V-E, love.  Last night was by far one of the most memorable nights of my life and my little polk-a-dot pajamas stayed on my body all night long.

We hammered out some kinks, some of my long-standing insecurities because we came at this from the back door, and when he left he said he hadn’t felt so good.  And my ears heard a magical trifecta, for the third or fourth time that night,

“Hyacinth, I love you, I want to be here with you, and I think you’re beautiful.”

And oh, how I love him, too!   So happy mid-winter, y’all!  I hope you’re all staying safe and warm where necessary and I hope that today you think about those who love you and not those you’ve lost or who you don’t have.  Fill your heart with the beauty of the day, the breeze on your face, the soft fur of a four-legged baby, the spindly arms of a child.  You don’t need a lover to be filled with love on this ordinary day, you just need your eyes and an open heart.

In honor of JK and Sofia’s latest post this week, next week’s theme is SIDEBOOB.

Also, this marks my 400th post.  Sort of fitting to land on a nice round hundred, I guess, but I’m also one blog follower away from 500.  I know my little counter on the right says 800-something, but that combines Twitter followers and there’s some overlap.  I’m more proud of the blog follower number since those I believe are much harder-won.  I envy those bloggers whose numbers are much higher than mine, but I am also grateful that as my followers have grown so have I and I’ve learned how to manage all my wonderful relationships here.  I remember wondering how I’d ever keep up with more than 80.  It’s meant I spend a little less time commenting on everyone elses blogs, but I hope I make you all feel welcomed and loved when you come here and spend your very precious time leaving your thoughts.



Want to participate in Boobday?  Go here and read the Guidelines and State of the Boob Union to answer any questions, but this is the TL;DR of what I need each time:

  1. an attached pic

  2. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

  3. if you want to be anonymous or not

  4. a hyperlink or URL to your Twitter handle (if you have one)

  5. a hyperlink or URL to your blog post (if you have one and post, it must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me and only be posted on Friday)

Emails sent to me with all of this info plus the theme will be given preferential treatment.  I will not look up links.

My LOVE tits:


I just sent this pic to The Neighbor.

At my desk this very moment working on LOVE Boobday and sort of what started it all: the tit pics that I send to TN and his great appreciation for them.  I wish I could share all of this with him…


Yesterday morning.

It’s as if I’m waiting for him to come to me from where he’s standing across the room.

NOT my LOVE tits (click on image for click-thrus where available):


Bisexual Minx against the fairytale backdrop that is her life. Follow her at @BisexualMinx.

Being a very passionate person, I thought of SO many things I love that I wanted to incorporate into this week’s theme, ultimately deciding to let my tats speak for themselves.  MY LOVES mean everything to me and I am proud of how my tattoos illustrate that to the world.



G gives us handfuls from a while back. Follow her at @CurvyMilfy.

this pic is from last year because I didn’t get a pic I like this year!  So funny how that my mojo comes and goes….anyway I liked this photo of me embracing my breasts over my heart. I do love them…



Hennaed’s gift to us.



Anonymous Aussi is back, y’all!

Here it is, I figure, red is the colour for passion & love, yet my heart is a little askew atm, hence this weeks submission…



I almost want to make you guys guess whose breasts these are, but I won’t torture you like that. It’s our friend New Dawn.

For the first time on Boobday, a pic I didn’t take myself…

I must confess that I just loved having someone take it for me, this one and all the others that you won’t get to see…
But I probably loved even more having someone willing to make me try so many new things over the last couple of days…
Here is just a little sample :-)



Anonymous Magic and her winter heart.

….because he believes my love is magic.



Silverdrop and SilverDom didn’t have time to do the theme, but I’m posting their pic anyway because every pic he takes of her is pure LOVE each and every time.

This was Silverdrop chilling out after a photoshoot for February PhotoFest, which I notice you’re not in Hy.  *frown* Anyway, she was exhausted by the time I’d finished the shots, but still beautiful, don’t you agree?



Anisa + M sorta says it all.

I inadvertently used long-wear lipstick here… Guess it’s not too bad a thing to have this marked on me for a little longer. Much love to all.



I love how the little hearts are opposite that fierce tattoo. Follow her at @Beck42069.



Yay! I get SO excited whenever anyone with purty pert little breasts decides to participate. Meet Rose, everyone. This is her first time and I think she’s stunning. Follow her at @TheShitShowThat.

The lovely monkey I received last Valentine’s Day.



Kayla and her Teddy and her man. Follow her at @KaylaLords.

The man I love doing what he loves.



I love this take submitted by HH and Lo, my two sexy friends. I think HH’s “boobs” are wonderful and clearly, this is love.


A cuddle is as good as a fuck.


I finally got to send a picture this morning.

This month has been a weird one.  I screwed up my pills the first week of the pack and got off to a rocky start and this week, the last of the active pills, I accidentally doubled up one day which set the stage for tears and knee-jerk irritations on Monday and a weird sense of disconnection Tuesday.

Monday night as I laid out all the day’s mini-turmoils I burst into tears [again] when I shared with The Neighbor how when my little 8:30 alarm on my phone went off I thought of Peyton.  It’s a thing I started doing recently to ensure I put my little one to bed on time and leave the room at a decent hour.  Typically we do a little dance on our backs and giggle and kiss and fling our arms in the air.  It’s a highlight of my day and on Monday when it went off and I didn’t have my baby with me I instantly burst into tears, the pain of being separated as acute as the first night I ever spent away.

When the tears sprung to my eyes, TN sprung to my side.  It was such a tender move, so kind, I melted into the moment and let his kindness wash over me, so boyfriend-like.  We retired to my room later and cuddled.  He expressed interest in sex, but my heart was too heavy, I felt too far away from myself, and I said, “Not tonight.”

The next night I had no tears, but I felt prickly, like I had this carpet of spines wrapped around me.  TN popped over and I was watching Girls by the fire doing my nails and I honestly felt interrupted.  He hung out for a little while and let me finish, but I didn’t want to stay there.  I felt a quiet frustration at our routine and said, “I want to cuddle at your place.”

“Ok,” he said.

I didn’t think it’d be that easy to convince him.  It’s been months since we spent any time over there.  Maybe since October.  I’ve neatly packed away that fact so it won’t get in my way of happiness, but last night I wanted to neatly step over it.

We walked next door and I smelled the sweet smell of his space, saw the little piles of his life he had on the kitchen table, the dishes in the sink, the glowing computer screen, the messy bathroom.  It felt like walking on the moon.  His room was clean, and his funny bed, the mattress on the floor inside the bed frame, was unmade and piled high with bedding.

We lit candles and laid down close to the ground and talked and cuddled.  I stroked his cock and he ran his hands over my body.  I asked him to not rub his hands near my pubis; it was irritating me.  He pulled me closer and kissed me.

And then he kissed me again and again and again checking in to see if the irritation was falling away.  It was.

He wasn’t trying to change my mind about having sex, he was genuinely trying to improve my mood.

He cuddled me from behind and from the front.  He stroked my face and hair.  He was so inside of me I felt cracked open, happy, a little scared.

Then, with a smile, he said, “You’re going to be leaving soon.”  We laughed our asses off because that’s what he always says to me from the softness of my mattress.  We cuddled some more and I told him I was about to say that myself.  He piled covers on me and loved on me some more and then it was finally time to leave.

He walked me to the door and I passed to mine through the freezing night and walked to my cold, empty bed with the memory of his arms around me and his heart in my hands.

Friday, February 7th, is LOOSE Booday!


You must all have 7 as your lucky number because, lemme tell you, you are very lucky this week, Internet Boyfriend.  Our friends have really outdone themselves this week and when you scroll down you’ll see this isn’t hyperbole.

When I chose this theme I had no idea it would inspire such artistry and beauty.  My breath was truly taken away with each successive email I’d get.  It’s been an exciting week.

I will keep doing my best to set up a creative prompt, but please feel free to email me your suggestions with the subject line, “Boobday themes.”  Sometimes the landscape is pretty barren in these parts!

Ok.  Enough jibber-jabber.

Next week’s theme is LOVE.  Naturally.



Want to participate in Boobday?  Go here and read the Guidelines and State of the Boob Union to answer any questions, but this is the TL;DR of what I need each time:

  1. an attached pic

  2. a sentence about why you chose this particular photo

  3. if you want to be anonymous or not

  4. a hyperlink or URL to your Twitter handle (if you have one)

  5. a hyperlink or URL to your blog post (if you have one and post, it must have my Boobday banner and a link back to me and only be posted on Friday)

Emails sent to me with all of this info plus the theme will be given preferential treatment.  I will not look up links.

My LOOSE tits:


Loose everything.

Who likes to run loose with out pants on?

NOT my LOOSE tits (click on image for click-thru):


Bisexual Minx is very indecisive this week. Follow her at @BisexualMinx.

LOOSE, LOOSE, LOOSE, LOOSE ….Shirt, Hair, Tie, Coins..!!!

Once I got going with this theme, I couldn’t stop… hence, the collection – LOL

This is Shy Anonymous. Enjoy.

Thoughts – I prefer the light distortion so there’s some tiny veil. I tried for days to think of loose in some breastly manner – they’re already “loose” – and then it hit me to have loose curls.



Kinky Biker Mom tries to bust loose. Follow her @KinkyBikerMom.



Anisa before.


Anisa after.

  The first one shows me bound up tight with two sports bras, just home from the gym. The second is afterwards when I blessedly was able to let them loose. Every time I have to strap my tits down to workout, I envy the smaller ladies. I too wish they’d start participating in Boobday!



We get very up close and personal with Silverdrop’s dainty, loose little nipple. Follow her at @SilverdropUK.

SilverDom says: We’re taking part in the picture a day FebPhotoFest and so are short of time to do much else in the Blogosphere. Here’s our Day 7 PhotoFest entry which fits with your LOOSE theme in as much as SIlverdrop’s right breast was clearly loose and unfettered when I took the pic.  :)



This is Dark and Anonymous’ second photo for us. Makes me want to try plaid again.  And Yellow.  Jesus Christ.

I chose this picture because I so very rarely go without a bra, but my breasts were craving attention and I felt great in what I was wearing, even though Yellow isn’t always my colour.



New Dawn and her delectable breasts, loose and waiting.

I had all sorts of ideas for this week’s theme, but none that was as loose as this one.
Here is a picture of my boob, after I’ve just smeared it with my pussy juices, following a very loose morning phone call…

Dirty Girl’s breasts might burst they’re so loose.

I chose this picture because they feel SO free when you take off a bra at the end of the day.



Kayla’s girl’s full and loose for the picking. Follow her at @KaylaLords.

Feeling loose and free.



Beck is loose in about 5 different ways. Follow her at @Beck42069.


And click here to see Just Like Heaven’s contribution.  She posted on Thursday, so isn’t part of today’s list.  Please be sure to only post on Fridays, everyone!  I won’t always link to an older post.