Gazes

I’ve been thinking a lot about tits lately. I’m not sure why. I can’t seem to stop thinking about boobs, breasts, ta-ta’s, melons, suckables, bouncers, Mt. Everest x2, The Gemini Twins, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and cans.

A theory I have is that I look at a lot more ass. It’s easy to look at ass. You don’t have sad puppy dog eyes looking back at you with a ‘Stop it!’ face. When you look at a woman’s breasts she usually knows. When I find out she knows I look more closely. I’ve already been had. I want to make the most of my capture.

You can only ever look at tits for a short period of time. That’s why we love them so much. It’s rare we get to gaze eye to nipple for a long period of time before being slapped. With asses it’s different. We can watch an ass do the worm for hours or however long we walk behind her bang into a trash can and give ourselves away. Asses are still fun to look at, don’t get me wrong. I look at several a day.

No matter what a woman says, I am convinced that she doesn’t really care that she is having her cans eyeballed. It’s flattering. It’s a guy’s way of saying “You have fleshy fat on your chest that I want to see!” At least, that’s what I’m trying to say when I look at them.