I want to give you a little background on how the blogging process goes for me.
You see, on any given day, at any given moment, I can be working on V-Mag or BootyLicious or Leg Sex magazine. Or maybe on a website. Or perhaps on the next feature DVD we shoot. Or maybe, I am in the studio interviewing a model. Or I am excited because I just shot something funny or incredible. Perhaps I am rifling through my drawers and I come across an unclaimed prize. Sometimes I am in our cavernous photo library and I am looking for special shots. And then it happens…I come across something that ignites a spark of inspiration to blog.
Or sometimes, Dave comes up to me and says, “I think you should see this video of Tatiana Blair and blog about it because it’s right up your alley.” And I check out his video masterpiece and I realize that by “right up my alley” he means, “because you have boobs.” lol
You see, in the video below, busty wonder, Tatiana Blair demonstrates the phenomenon that I like to refer to as, “Cleavage Storage.”(And although Dave knows a lot about tits, I don’t think he has ever tucked something away down his shirt before! But I HAVE.)
Sometimes, as a busty gal, you slip things into your cleavage and into your bra because it’s convenient and leaves your hands free for other things. Sometimes, I will tuck my keys in there. Or my I.D. and some cash. Or, like Tatiana demonstrates, sometimes I even hide my phone in my bosoms!
(And just like Tatiana, I have “lost” things down my top, too!)
Naturally, like any tit-loving man, Dave asks Tatiana to put her cellphone on vibrate so he can call her repeatedly and she can feel the vibration in her nipples. (You’re a smart one, Dave!)
Now, I know some of you have girlfriends and wives with big hooters…so I was wondering, do they do this, too? Or, for all of our sexy models who follow this blog…do you use your boobs as a place to store your stuff? I would love to hear your stories.
How’s it hangin’, boob lovers? I am back with NEW BOOBS for your VIEWING (and boner-whacking) pleasure.
(Don’t you just love new boobs? It’s like Christmas every time we get new boobies in the studio!)
These lovely jugs belong to a very hot, caramel-skinned lovely named Lady Spyce. Lady is part African-American, White and Cherokee Indian. (I mistakenly thought that she was a Latina when I first saw her, though. It’s her lovely tan skin and her amazing dark nipples that threw me off.) She is from the San Fernando Valley, California and when she is not doing adult stuff (she is a rising porn star), she goes to school and studies business. (Beauty and brains and boobs. The three B’s of babe-ness.)
By now, you should know that I love sports almost as much as I love stacked chicks and so I was pleasantly surprised when Lady turned out to be a Lakers fan. (Or so she claimed on her model questionnaire when she first arrived in our studios.) Sometimes girls say that they love sports and when I ask them about the teams that they like, or who plays on said teams, they can only name one player. (Usually the hunky one who gets all the press.) Well, Lady turned out to be quite the sports buff. In fact, after this interview, we talked about the Lakers at length and she had a lot to say. I don’t know about you guys, but I think it’s HOT when a chick is sports savvy. I mean, don’t you want to be able to take a busty babe to a game and have her enjoy it as much as you do? As a busty gal who loves sports, most of the guys I date say that my knowledge of teams and players is a turn-on.
And I must say that Lady’s tits are a turn-on, too. They are full and her areolae are nice and dark. She says she is sporting a DDD-cup, but I’m going to say that she is probably a full E-cup. And I would also like to point out that when she first gets up in this video and we see her heaving bosom practically popping out of this top…it’s pretty much perfect.
Enjoy Lady and her lush titties and stay tuned for more with this sexy West Coast babe.
As far as I am concerned, when a chick is showing cleavage she WANTS you to look at it. Big time.
I love being able to come to the blog and talk tits with you fine folks. It’s practically therapeutic to be able to have a forum to get things off my chest about, well, big chests! lol That’s why when something happened to me a couple of days ago, I found it worthy of mentioning here.
Okay, so let me set up the situation for you.
You have me, a big-boobed chick, out to lunch with a buddy of mine on Friday. Friday lunches are usually a crowded affair at most of the restaurants surrounding The SCORE Group headquarters here in Miami because most people go out to eat in droves (Maybe because it’s so close to the weekend?). So, my buddy Mario (Hi Mario!) and I are waiting to be seated at a local Colombian restaurant to have some soup since it is currently a bit chilly in Miami. (Yes, my name is Maria and I hang out with a guy named Mario. And yes, chilly to us is 71 degrees. lol)
While we are waiting by the door of this crowded soup place, I notice this chick who is sitting at a table directly ahead of us. She is immersed in a deep convo with her lunch date and doesn’t even glance in our direction. Normally I would have glanced at her and kept going but here is where it gets sticky.
First of all, this chick had MONDO tits. Like HUMONGOUS ones. Second of all, she was wearing this low-cut sweater thing that showed off what I like to refer to as A VALLEY OF TIT CREASE. I’m talking about a fucking Grand Canyon of cleave, dude.
Now when I see cleavage like that, and like that I mean cleavage so deep I want to put my hands into it for warmth, I cannot help but stare. It’s like a fucking magnet for my eyes! I can’t stop looking. I mean, I am stuck in ogle-mode. Seriously.
So I look over at Mario to say, “Hey dude, look at that cleave crack at 12 o’clock,” and I realize that he is also fixated on the funbags ahead. (This is probably why we are friends. We both love big boobs. lol) So, now both Mario and I are staring, no scratch that, we are engraving into our memories each inch of this oblivious babe’s biggums when she looks up and catches us staring at her bosoms.
Now Mario, because he is a guy and is programmed to look away at such moments, plays dumb and acts like he is looking at the wall four feet above her head. But not me. I don’t have that AVOID THE RACK-FRONTATION radar, apparently, and I just keep looking at her tits. So she coughs. Loudly. Irritatedly. But being the oblivious caught-in-her-headlights boob fiend that I am, I don’t notice. I just keep on keepin’ on and I even might have mouthed the word, WOW, while doing so.
That’s when two things happened.
1) Mario elbowed me and whispered, “Stop staring, stupid.”
2) She grabbed her napkin and covered her tits up and sort of snapped me out of my boobnotized state. (That’s when you are hypnotized by the titties, just FYI.)
Shortly after that awkward moment passed, our host sat us and when we walked by she distinctly whispered the words, “Fucking perverts.” Well, whispered is the wrong word. HISSED is more like it.
Now, here is what I have come to vent about on the blog, because, well, I can! lol
WHY AM I THE FUCKING PERVERT WHEN SHE WAS THE ONE WEARING HER CHESTICLES OUT AND ABOUT?!? IT’S NOT MY FAULT SHE WAS FLYING THE TIT FLAG OUT THERE ALL PROUD AND I HAD TO SALUTE IT WITH MY EYEBALLS, IS IT?
I mean, seriously…I have big boobs and when I wear them out like that, like a fucking Macy’s window display, I expect people to stop and stare. Fuck, I expect them to point and maybe even applaud. lol
What I am saying is, what the fuck did she think all that tit crease was gonna do? Repel my peepers?
Has this happened to you guys before? If so, I think we need to start some sort of petition to have a law passed or something because as far as I am concerned, if you’re showin’ off your pair, prepare for the stares.
So I’m at lunch the other day, the usual burger joint, and on the way back to my car, I spotted a short, voluptuous, super-stacked babe (think Brandy Talore) wearing a tight, low-cut shirt. Acres of tanned cleavage and a great shelving effect (she had an employee I.D. tag around her neck, and that lucky thing was sitting on top of her rack; it was the definition of top shelf). I couldn’t help but stare. She shot me a look that said, “Stop staring, you pervert.”
Doesn’t this happen a little too often? Hasn’t it happened to you, say, a million times?
It’s not like I said “Nice tits” or tried to cop a feel. I was just staring at what, in my mind, was asking to be stared at. I mean, why did she put on that shirt if she didn’t want her tits to be looked at?
I once asked Alexis Silver about this, and she said, “If I wear a low-cut top, it’s because I want people to pay attention to my tits. Any girl who wears a low-cut top for any other reason than to show them off is full of shit.”
