Tits, Hooters, Knockers, Cans, Jugs....Whatever you call ’em, Merilyn Sakova has ’em!
We use the words tits, boobs and jugs every day (like a lawyer uses the words bill, golf and lunch). But how did those words originate? According to scholars who study the origin of words, “boobs” dates back to the late 17th-century word “boobies” or “booby,” which is baby talk for breasts and an offshoot of “bubby.” “Tits,” traced back to 1928, is from teat. But “titty” is on record from 1746 as nursery talk for teat. “Bazooms” is a fairly recent word (from the U.S. in 1955) and is a spinoff of the word bosoms.
“Jugs” goes back to 1538 from the word “jugge” and is said to be from “jug,” a word for a 16th-century maidservant (a servant who would carry a jug of water to fill a wash bowl as in, “Hey, Miss Jug, bring the water over here!”). The first use of the word “jugs” as slang for a woman’s breasts was first recorded in 1920 in Australia and is short for the slang term milk-jugs.
Knockers, a word that peaked in popularity in the 1950s, is thought to have originated in 1941. It could be British in origin and some researchers base its origin on the “knocker,” a breast-pin worn by ladies that was shaped like a door knocker.
You learn something new about tits every day at SCORELAND. And that’s just in English. There are words for breasts in every language. And I have a word for that: Boobonics.
How many things do you think you could stuff into Ashley's cleavage, eh?
Today I went to the boxing gym (Yes, I box. Not that Taebo bullshit, either. Real boxing.) and I met up with one of my sparring partners, Christina. She and I are great sparring partners because we both have big boobs. It’s kind of hard to box with big tits (they kinda get in the way), and I have to compensate when I block and throw punches and so does she, so it’s like we’re made for one another in the ring.
Well, when I met Christina at the gym today, she was already in her workout gear (sports bra, shorts and sneakers) and I asked to borrow her spare gloves. She told me they were in her car and then proceeded to put her entire hand into her bra and fish around in there until she pulled it out and produced her car keys. I am not talking about one key, either. I am talking about a key ring with about five keys on it. Then she said, “Can you do me a favor and put my phone in my car when you go?” and she reached back into her tits and pulled out her cell, too. Yeah…she had all that stuff tucked away in her tatas.
(I can’t lie…I tuck lots of stuff away in my cleavage, too.)
I just find it funny that chicks with big tits are like kangaroos, always tucking stuff away in their sweater-puppy pouches. I asked a few guys around the office if they’d ever seen a chick fishing around in her tits for something and they all said yes. In fact, one guy even said, “My ex-girlfriend once snuck an entire bottle of whiskey AND a camera into a concert in her tits.” Wow! I don’t care who you are, you all have to admit THAT is impressive.
I love the idea of the tit pocket so much that I once had Christy Marks head to South Beach, stuff her bra full of random items and stop strangers and ask them, “Guess what’s in my tits?” (Tits and games: The best entertainment.) lol
So, I guess what I am getting at is that tits are not only great headrests, cock holders, things to suck on and something to hold on to on the coldest of nights but also a great place to hold all of your stuff, too.
Three cheers for tits! Their diversity is excellent!
In today’s clip, Brandy Talore shows what happens when you fail to show her respect. Yes, you can watch Brandy’s pretty face getting painted with cum and jack while her nice, shaved hole is being drilled hard, but you can’t walk up to her in public and say, “Hey, Brandy, nice rack.” Something doesn’t seem right about this. I mean, if you saw Tiger Woods out in public, you could walk up to him and say, “Tiger, I really admire your swing.” But you can’t go up to Brandy and say, “Nice rack”? Go figure.
Anyway, I’m just wondering: Would you ever walk up to a woman you didn’t know and say to her, “Nice tits” or “Nice rack”? If you have, how did she react? And if you haven’t, how would you expect her to react?
This reminds me of the time I was walking down the Strip in Las Vegas and saw a guy (he was probably 20 or so) grab a girl’s ass as he passed her. He kept walking, she looked over her shoulder, and that was it! I couldn’t believe it. If I did something like that, I’d expect the ass-grabbing police to be on me in a flash. But I wouldn’t do that. Would you?
If a girl walked up to me in public and said, “Nice cock,” I’d probably propose to her on the spot.
According to the British newspaper The Guardian, more money is spent in strip clubs in the U.S. than on theater, opera, ballet, jazz and classical music concerts combined. That interested me because of all the editors, I’m the numbers guy. I even poll the members of SCORELAND, mainly about questions tied to big-boobs. (What else?)
I’ve been going to strip clubs for years, so with that in mind, I recently asked two questions of SCORELANDERS. My first question was: In strip clubs, how often do you get lap dances? Eighteen-percent said always, 42% said they’d get a dance if they saw a girl they really liked, 6% never buy dances and 33% said they don’t go to strip clubs.
Then I asked a question that was more germane to SCORELAND: Do you like photo sets and video with a strip club or lap dance theme? The results: 24% love them, 23% like them, 38% said they were indifferent and the remaining 14% hate them. So maybe strip clubs are just not as popular as they were in the ’90s. Or maybe guys can only handle the environment or the expense for so long before they bail out and need a break.
What I don’t see are any dancers stacked like Summer Sinn at Goldfingers or The Boobie Trap, two local skin emporiums. My friends in other cities tell me the same thing. What happened to all the really busty dancers across the U.S.? They’re not easy to find anymore. That’s one of the main reasons I don’t go like I used to.
Summer’s back next week at SCORELAND. She’s not playing a stripper, but she is sliding down a bologna pole. Her huge boobs are always a welcome sight here.
If you guys ever see a really busty dancer in your strip club travels (those of you who still go, that is), let us know. These gals have become an endangered species.
Today I want to talk about two subjects that are near and dear to my heart: areolae and nipples.
You see, I think that big tits are great but only because every tit out there has its own personality based on what kind of dug it’s sporting. There are all sorts of nips and areolae out there, and I’ve always wondered if anyone else categorizes them like I do. When I see a pair of big tits, I automatically assess the type of dug and file said tits into their own class.So I figured why not share my thoughts on nipples with you guys, eh? I would love to know if you guys have your own categories for areolae and what they are. Let’s discuss!
And now, without further ado, let’s take a quick stroll down Dug Street, gentlemen.
Pepperonnis: Otherwise known as "chicas," these areolae are darker in color and usually found on Latina ladies like Paola Rios.
Mocha Mams/m&m's: Dark and lovely dugs that look like they taste like chocolate. Janet Jade's got a great pair of m&m's.
Pink Perkies: Tiny nipples and tiny areolae that are usually lighter in color, like June Summers'.
Pierced Pups: Any type of nipple sporting jewelery like Alexis Amore's.
Super-Sizers: When areolae are large and make up more than 40% of the facade of a big tit like Denise Davies' dugs.
Faders: When areolae are so faint in color that they kind of dissappear into the rest of the tit flesh like Bea Flora's do.
I love seeing a girl with big tits checking out another girl’s big tits. The more surreptitiously the looker is looking, the better. I don’t mean in some staged photo or video. I mean in a candid, real moment. Photos like that have to be snapped spontaneously. It just happens.
Gunns gives L'Amour the eye.
Like this photo (left) of Crystal Gunns giving Vixen L’Amour the eye in the SCORE exhibit at the Adult Entertainment Expo in Vegas a few years ago. Or rather, Crystal giving Vixen’s boobs the quick eye. Vixen’s chest couldn’t be more “in your face.” And Crystal’s quick sneak-peek at Vixen’s peek-a-boo nipples is priceless. There’s nothing sexual going on but there might be, subconsciously.
Plenty UpTopp is a'twitter over Elizabeth Starr.
Another split second and that guy’s head at left would have blocked Vixen and Crystal. I know, because I snapped the shot. At adult conventions, the male visitors get so excited, the entire showfloor becomes a mosh pit. I’ve shot a ton of these convention photos for SCORELAND over the years.
It’s funny, but the simple things are more arousing to me. I love to see girls checking out girls in real life. The beach is a great place to spot girls eyeballing other girls’ bodies.
Just as a contrast, here’s Plenty UpTopp’s expression as she checks out the top shelf of Elizabeth Starr at the Exotic Dancer Expo in August 2001. Nice publicity shot, and both of these sex bombs have huge busts, but that candid reality feel is not there. However, I love how Plenty’s very uplifted cleavage nearly forms a shelf for her chin.
Ha! I said it was only a matter of time before I got to chat with Kelly Shibari, and I was right! I stormed into our studio today and basically stole Kelly from her sit-down interview with our XL Girls editor, Allie Q. (Sorry, Allie!)
Why did I do that?
Well, ever since someone commented that I look like Ms. Shibari, everyone in the office has been calling me Kelly. So I thought it would be fun to talk with her, and yes, I wanted to see her tits in person…and I did! Lester, our video editor, played cameraman while I chatted with Kelly and subsequently almost fell when the wood floor I was standing on split open and swallowed my high heel! lol Kelly was a great sport, teaching me how to talk dirty in Japanese and letting me rest my head on her tits, too. (I fucking LOVE laying my noggin on a pair of big tits. Pillow tits are my place of comfort.)
Check out the video below of my first encounter with my Asian “twin.” LOL!
Newcomer Eva Notty busts the bed today on Scoreland.
I’ve been with SCORE since 1992, when the Internet was in its infancy, email service had just begun (anyone remember Delphi?) and downloading one photo took an agonizingly long time. Today, electronic communication has speeded up the pace of life itself to Warp Factor Six in a welter of Twittering, Blogging, MySpacing, Facebooking, Blackberrying, Texting, Podcasting, and blah-blah-blahing.
Where am I, a guy who still uses stamps, going with this?
Back then, when a new model arrived, there was a more leisurely pace to her progression in the big picture of things. Chloe Vevrier modeled for SCORE for seven years before she jumped on the cock in 1999. Linsey Dawn McKenzie hit SCORE in 1996 and waited to do her first boy-girl until 2001, and even that was with her then-husband.
And many others have never taken one photo with a guy. Kerry Marie, Jessica Turner, SaRenna, Lorna Morgan, Casey James, Pandora Peaks, Niki Knockers, Busty Dusty, Danni Ashe…the list is lengthy.
Linsey once told us, “When I first started my career, I decided that I was going to take things nice and easy. I was trying to space out my career as much as possible.” LDM could have been speaking for an army of models.
But now, the wait time to see a new hot chick doing the horizontal cha-cha has decreased to mere weeks or days instead of months or years. Case in point today: smokin’ hot babe Eva Notty, who’s got a sex temperature that pops the thermometer. Eva appeared on SCORELAND in a four-week special in June and is doing the cock in her first XXX hardcore today in “First Fuxxx.” Man, talk about instant, or at least semi-instant, gratification.
Would Eva have waited to do full-sex like Linsey or Chloe did if this was 1996? We’ll have to ask Eva the next time she visits us.
But something tells me no. Our entire pace of life has hyper-accelerated.
Something to Twitter, Blog and Vlog about…not that I want to Flog the subject into the ground.
So, I was walking down the hallway just now and saw we had a new arrival coming into the studio, and who should it turn out to be but Asian BBW hottie Kelly Shibari! (Who you can check out on our sister siteXLGirls.com)
Well, this seemed like a great blog opportunity for me because in one of my initial posts, there was a comment saying I look like Ms. Shibari. (Which isn’t a bad comparison at all because Kelly is hot and smart and she has nice boobs, and I LOVE boobs.)
Unfortunately, when I tried to get some time with Kelly, I was told she wouldn’t have time to sit with me because she was on a tight schedule. This would have deterred most people, but not me.
I never take no for an answer.
I heard through the grapevine that she is going to be interviewing with XL Girls magazine editor Allie Q. sometime today or tomorrow, so I am going to try and sneak into the studio and maybe politely interrupt (take over!) and get Kelly to talk to me. Which really means that I am going to go in there and get Kelly topless. 🙂
Wish me luck, boob men. I love Mission Impossible moments like this! lol
A few weeks ago, Tom, one of our regular letter writers, sent an email for publication in “SCORE Card.” This letter was about a topic very near and dear to me and a lot of other boob-men.
“I know we’ve all seen this before: the big-titted girl who is running down the street late for an appointment. I see it a lot at airports. Unfortunately, that girl is always cognizant of the fact that she’s got a huge rack, and she runs with an arm covering her boobs so they don’t bounce. Ladies, it’s a blessing to have huge tits. Next time you’re running down the street (hopefully wearing something tight), please let your massive sweater melons fly. I like to watch.”
When I saw this video of Brandy Talore running (the perfect girl to ask to run), I knew I had to post it along with Tom’s letter. Like Tom, I love to see big-boobed girls walk, jog and run. I’ve been known to beg our studio for this. Years ago, I even used to hang out at the airport for the chance to see a busty girl jogging to the gate. The best sight is an airport runner wearing big heels or wedges and a tank top. It’s not the same as going to the gym or to an outdoor location to see girls running because most of them are all strapped in by their sports bra, and there’s little boob-bouncing quotient (an actual mathematical formula used by bra developers. Remind me to blog about that one day.).
My only suggestion would be for the videographer to get closer next time and try to record the model’s breathing with an attached microphone.
I can also happily live with an arm-swinging power walker. She doesn’t have to run or jog! But please, leave the bra at home!