Dave with Renee. I am sure he is giving her skating tits, er, tips. lol
Something is always going down in the SCORE offices. Sometimes, you walk into the kitchen and there’s a big-titter at your table, eating some lunch, and her cleavage is burning a hole in your retinas. Sometimes you walk into an empty office and there’s a super-titter on the desk, spread eagle and in the middle of a photo shoot. And sometimes you are walking down the hallway and you almost get run over by mega-titter Renee Ross on roller skates. And in booty shorts, too.
Yes…SCORE is sometimes like Xanadu, but with more tits.
Here is what I can tell you about Renee. She is one of THE sweetest ladies you will ever meet. She is very funny and personable. She loves to laugh and it comes across whenever she is on set. And she is pretty great on roller skates. She was so excited to roller skate around our offices and do tricks for everyone watching that we found ourselves watching her roll around for quite some time. And when I say WE, I mean practically everyone in our office. Renee is easy on the eyes but bad for work productivity. lol
The only way this would be better is if Renee was naked! 🙂
We all secretly hoped Renee fell…on top of one of us so we'd be victims of a tit collision. YUM.
Renee rolls by our video editor/cameraman, Lester. Just another day in the office...
With tits like that, I'd play rollerderby with Renee anyday!
So check out this video of Renee on her skates because it’s Thursday, and on Friday we like to have fun! 🙂
Hope everyone has a smashing weekend and that all of you curl up with a sexy busty, too!
How can it be almost three years since Lorna flew to The Bahamas? Has it been really over a year since Sapphire was a bridesmaid in My Big Plump Wedding? Will Devin Taylor ever return to South Beach? Don’t tell us it’s been eight years since Plenty UpTopp went wild in the Mega-Boob Olympics. Where does the time go? If I could, I’d stop the clock like they do at football games. Happy birthday from your friends at SCORELAND.
That is why whenever I get a chance to see a hot girl work out in tight pants and a tiny top she is spilling out of, I do. (Because I totally agree…exercise is important. lol)
So, when I had a chance to catch up with Kaytee Carter and she told me that she loves to do yoga, I figured why not get her to do some for the blog? And of course, she did it in a tiny sports bra and then, eventually, topless. Now, I am not a yogi, or, um, a yoga master. Hell, I don’t even like yogurt! But I’ll tell you what…watching this chick bend into all sorts of positions and hearing her little satisfied grunts as she stretched her hot bod, well, it got my heart rate going! (And I am sure that it will get your heart rate going, too!)
I have a special place in my heart for the busties who love yoga. Chloe Vevrier is a yoga fanatic and even did some yoga for our lensmen when she was filming On Location Key Largo. And Christy Marks is a yoga lover, too! She can bend herself into an incredible fuck pretzel at the drop of a hat. You have to respect a woman who says, “Hey, look at my tits…and watch me put my legs behind my head.” (Kinda makes you wish all chicks could do that, eh?) Chicks that like yoga should wear shirts that say, “Fuck me, I’m limber!”
So, what did we learn today, guys?
1) Exercise is important.
2) Girls should work out topless.
3) Girls who do yoga are good lays.
Enjoy this exercise video. Well, jackcercise video, anyway. lol
We received a letter that will be in this week’s “Scorecard” about a topic that’s rarely discussed in boob magazines or on the Net because its focus is so extremely narrow: breast vascularity.
The magnificent mounds of Nicole Peters.
C.H. wrote us about a girl he saw in a grocery store: “She was dressed rather conservatively except that the neckline of her blouse was cut about as low as it could be, legally speaking, to showcase a rack that was huge, quivering and even vascular to some extent. I mean with a blue vein or two showing on the creamy nakedness. Right on the verge of being gross, you know what I mean? This vascularity thing interests me as I have not really seen it too often on tits. I think I would notice it if it were there. Minka has it, for instance, although not real prominently. But with Minka, I figure it is only logical that such massive implants would increase the blood supply of the supporting structures. The grocery store lady, on the other hand, had tits so perfect, both as to size and quiver, that I figured they had to be naturals. My fantasy is that she got them that way and maintains them that way by simply milking them a lot or by having it done. Seems like that would be a better way to go than implants, and with the added advantage that the hormone changes, etc., might make for a lushified pussy, too.”
Lorna was not pregnant on SCORE's Eleuthera trip.
C.H. is really into the veiny look, at least on a fantasy level. I’ve never met a woman who deliberately cultivated the look. (Sounds like a story the writers of the TV show Nip/Tuck might use.) Breast vascularity is really an obscure subject even among the most intense boob aficionados. Most of us tit lovers focus first on size, then shape, the way they hang and how the nipples and areolae look. When you Google “breast vascularity,” it pulls up a lot of medical papers and complicated scientific journals. As yet, I haven’t found anything about it on any forums that focus on their erotic appeal other than the fact that there are some guys who like the look.
Lactation can lead to increased surface vascularity, so our friend C.H. is basically on the right track. We know that veins can become more pronounced during pregnancy and that blue veins are most visible underneath thin, pale-white skin. Some women who have it don’t like it, are embarrassed by it and use Vitamin K creams to try and fade their appearance. Personally, I don’t mind vascularity as long as it’s not extreme with bulging surface veins. What do you think about the veiny look?
I am collecting anecdotes, memories and personal accounts from Boob Cruisers (both models and passengers) from any of the five Cruises (1994, ’95, ’97, ’98 and 2000) for use in a future issue of SCORE. Did you sail on any of the Boob Cruises?
Fan photo shoots were kinda popular.
Your accounts can be as short or as long as you wish. Memories, situations, fun stories, adventures, something that created lasting friendships or changed a person’s life or personality…anything you think readers will enjoy.
If you attended any of the Cruises and are interested in telling your tale, whether a few sentences or a few paragraphs, please phone me at 305-662-5959 Ext 237 or email me directly at james@scoregroup.com and thanks!
So, it’s awards time round the V-Mag headquarters, and everyone has voting fever. I get tons of emails all day long with people’s votes and opinions and honorable mentions. I will say that the race is a tight one and that even I am getting caught up in the frenzy. While I could chat for hours about how the results are going and who the forerunners are, I will not. (I don’t want to spoil the fun for anyone. So stay tuned for the results in the June 2010 issue of V-Mag, boys.)
However, I will talk about one of the serious contenders for V-Mag Plumper of the Year, and that lady happens to be Sapphire. Not only is she the only model to have swept this category for three years in a row, she is also a Voluptuous and XL Girls favorite, and there isn’t a week that goes by that we don’t get letters about this lovely ginger.
Now, while I only recently met Sapphire on the set of My Big, Plump Wedding, (I was one of the guests at the wedding. 😉 ) I have seen her photos for years while working at SCORE and have seen her evolution from slim newcomer to Plumper legend.
Well, today I was talking about Sapphire with a few people in the office (We were discussing what would happen if she won the Plumper of the Year award for the fourth time), and we got into what I will call the Great Weight Debate. You see, some of the staff remember and prefer Sapphire when she was a slim and stacked redhead in the pages of V-Mag’s July ’03 issue. And some of them say that she came into her own when she returned to V-Mag as a Plumper, like in the V-Mag June ’08 issue.
Now, I am not an expert here, but to me, what it boils down to is tit power. Sure, Sapphire had big boobs when she was slimmer, but her boobs are even BIGGER now that she is a little heavier, and that, to me, is why I prefer her as a plumper. (But then again, I am a curvy girl myself, so I am biased.) And although I appreciate all of her curves, for some of the guys in the office, her fuller frame doesn’t cut it.
We could have discussed this for hours, but I suggested that we take it to the masses, which is why I am going to ask you guys.
So what say you, boob gallery? In The Great Weight Debate is skinny superlative to heavy? Or does rotund outweigh slim when it comes to V-girls? Does it matter? Let me know. xoxo Maria
There is something about a curvy chick in full-on pinup attire that does something for me. Maybe it’s that as a child, I watched a lot of old movies on public television (We didn’t have cable until the ’90s at my house), and that included lots of old movies with Jayne Mansfield, Jane Russell and Marilyn Monroe. I became obsessed with women in cute, little outfits that showed lots of leg and ample bosom. They didn’t appear slutty to me, but rather, they were curvaceous, classy women who seemed to always be
London looks like a curvaceous calendar girl in this outfit.
Daphne may not be showing a lot of skin, but there is no denying her curves in this retro outfit.
having the time of their lives and could walk into a room and instantaneouly hold the attention of everyone there.They oozed this confident, semi-cheeky sensuality that I thought was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
In fact, I remember finding a box of slides once in my grandfather’s study, and it was full of half-naked pinups. And although I was old enough to know that these were “dirty pictures,” I was fascinated by these sexy women. I thought that they were amazing in their lingerie and garters. It made such an impression on me that I would, in my adult years, go on to dress this way for fancy events. To me, pinup style is the epitome of hot. I think it’s, well, the cat’s meow. 😉
This shot moved me so much that it landed Hillary the cover of the Dec. '09 issue of V-mag.
Maybe this is why when I do photo edits here at SCORELAND, the pics that I love most are the ones that channel that old Hollywood style I have come to equate with smoldering sexuality. In fact, when doing the photo edits for Voluptuous‘ December 2009 issue, I came across this shot of Hillary Hooterz, who just so happened to be debuting in said issue. When my art director Vanessa and I took a closer look, we both knew that this was THE shot, and we put it on the cover.
Just take a look at Hillary’s beautiful face and heaving cleavage spilling out of that blouse and showing just a peek of her polka-dotted bra. This shot, at least to me, teases and tantalizes and is probably hotter than if she had just posed topless. There is something about a woman who can show her curves and do it in such a way that even though she is fully clothed, you get just as horny as if she were naked. That’s the allure of pinup style, and whenever I see a girl dressed this way (Even when they are dressed in more of a Rockabilly style, which is, like, pinups with lots of tattoos), I am instantly drawn to her.
Just thought I’d share, considering that I confess most of my rack ruminations on here. Are you guys into pinups as much as I am?
Destiny Rose busts out of this top and makes her debut in the Feb. '10 issue of V-mag.
Camelia Davis really fills a shirt out.
It never gets old. It never ceases to make my little heart skip a beat.
The SCORELAND T-shirt.
The white, clingy fabric stretched out over the expanse of an ample bosom…it’s perfection.
So when we get a new luscious lady in, and she comes out of the studio’s dressing room wearing it,and her boobs are coming out of it, well, it is a moment of shining glory. A moment to be captured in a photograph.
It’s like a rite of passage.
When a woman comes out of that dressing room wearing the SCORELAND uniform, it is as if she has arrived. It’s official.
She is a SCORE Girl.
Michelle May wears her uniform proudly.
Arianna Sinn: G-cups don't always fit in the SCORE tank top. (Thank goodness!)
She becomes part of the tradition…part of the legendary magic.
It makes me want to salute her and welcome her to a league of extraordinary ladies.
It makes me want to welcome her to SCORE.
It’s really pretty breathtaking, actually.
Because all things come and go, but a SCORE Girl is forever.
AMEN.
xoxo, Maria
Sophie Mae: SCORE Girl, bellydancer and hottie.
Renee Ross and Scarlett Rouge...Sex in the T-shirts? No, Sex In The Titties.
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.
And so it is that I return triumphantly to all of you, my boob brothers and sisters, with a pair of undulating orbs so fine that they will surely leave you speechless and sporting wood and engorged clits.
(I love the words WOOD and ENGORGED.)
Meet Jenna Valentine, a 5’3″, 23-year-old Valley Girl from California with FF-cup knockers so pale and pretty, you will love them instantly. Jenna is not only a personable and cute young lady, but she is also funny. Watch as she tells the tale of being attacked by a bidet in one of our bathrooms. It brings the LOLs, big time!
(And get a eyeful of her nipples, which seem a little inverted but are really just “shy,” according to Jenna.)
Jenna will be making a few more blog appearances, but for now, enjoy her bubbly personality and her retro look. If you love pale perkies, Jenna is your gal.
