January 13, 2013 by Maria
I am a busty woman. I work with many, many busty women. So believe me when I say that I understand what the sight of a pair of big boobs does to big-boob lovers. I understand the allure of a giant set of knockers and what they do to mens’ brains (and cocks), I do.
That’s why I am very forgiving when a guy fumblingly asks me to see my boobs. Or any other big-boobed woman’s rack for that matter.
I get it.
However, I want to just put it out there that saying, “Hey! Show me your tits!” never works in real life…
…unless you are me. lol
You see, I have asked hundreds of busty babes to show me their tits. HUNDREDS.
And they all do…because it’s part of my job to see them.
When I snapped this photo in Hungary, I asked these ladies to show me their tits. Jasmine Black, Christy Marks and Karina Hart smiled and did just that.
But that doesn’t always happen in real life for other boob lovers.
Or does it?
I mean, I haven’t flashed someone my tits since I was in college, but I DID do it in college. And high school. A lot.
I used to get a perverse satisfaction out of flashing my tits to some random guy just to watch his reaction. Just to see him fumble around. Just to make him sweat. I used to flash friends of friends, truckers on the road and even a truck of firefighters once. lol
And I have been flashed before, too. Many times. Mostly by drunk chicks who wanted me to see their boobs so I could rate them. (Apparently, when you have big tits, other chicks think your opinion is the authority on all tits. lol)
So my question is, do you guys get flashed? Have you ever asked a random chick to show you her boobs? Did it work?
In a world full of sexting and provocative photos being sent to and fro on phones and via email, does flashing even exist anymore?
I mean, I would like to think that somewhere out there, right now in fact, there are women lifting up their tops and showing their tits off to unsuspecting strangers, but is that the case?
Does, “Hey! Show me your tits!” work for you? Has it?
Chime in and let’s talk about it.
Also, look out for a big announcement from me this week on the blog, fellow boob hounds!
xoxo
Maria
October 5, 2012 by Elliot James
Regine, a Danish bombshell.
Has a girl ever flashed her tits at you in public?
And I don’t mean streetwalkers.
It’s happened a couple of times to me. The one I remember the most was in New Orleans at night during Mardi Gras week. This was before the flash-for-beads craze really took off. A girl and her girlfriends passed me and my friends on the street. We locked pupils, and she pulled down her tank and stuck her tongue out at me. Of course, I lost her in the crowd so that was that. But at least it was a perfect introduction because she had a nice, big pair. Mardi Gras and other carnival events around the world seem to be the most-common places for girls flashing, probably because everyone’s got a few drinks in them and their inhibitions are down.
Sasha Monet has a way to flag down highway help.
Celebrities get flashed a lot, especially entertainers. Girls will bare their chests for an autograph on their tits, too. Great lifestyle if you can get it. Very few do.
I didn’t know this, but flashing goes back to the Fifth Century BC when women flashed during festivals.
There are different kinds of flashing like mooning (more an act of defiance than teasing), streaking (which Linsey Dawn McKenzie did during an England vs. West Indies cricket match and during a charity football match) and something called anasyrma, which is when a girl lifts her skirt to show she’s not wearing panties. Yeah, there’s a scientific name for that.
XLGirl Charlie Cooper is one of the few models who’s talked about flashing. She lives in St. Louis, which also celebrates Mardi Gras. “St. Louis is the second-largest celebration in the country and trust me, I get bags of beads. The thing is when you go to Mardi Gras, you’re not supposed to flash. But the police will even ask to see and they’ll give you beads. But if you’re not careful, you can get a ticket. But I’ve never gotten a ticket in all my years of going. I go in a normal outfit, just something nice that I would wear out. And something that’s accessible from the top because I don’t want to lift up my shirt. I want to pull ’em out.”
Lori Pleasure may not be a flasher in the strictest definition of the word, but she’s practically topless when she wears her Wicked Temptation outfits in public. But I’d bet that she has flashed guys.
Shopping is a pleasure with Lori Pleasure.
Then there is the now-classic layout of Niki Knockers flashing all over Manhattan for the March 2000 SCORE, a fast sell-out because it was Chelsea Charms’ cover debut issue.
How Miss Knockers didn't attract a flash mob is beyond me.
Usually the police will ticket a flasher for showing her tits if they catch her in the act. I think this law should be wiped off the books.
A pair of boobs and nipples has never hurt anyone.
Are we in agreement here?
Crystal Gunns flashed a fan at a Glamourcon show.
June 21, 2012 by Maria
Lori might be dressed, but if you take a closer look, you will see she is practically naked. That's how women in Miami dress when they celebrate NBA Championships.
As you should all know by now, SCORELAND HQ is located in the sunny city of Miami in Florida.
And as some of you sport aficionados might be watching the NBA Finals, you will know that the Miami Heat are in said Finals and have a decent chance of winning the championship at home, in Miami, tonight.
What does that mean for us Miami folk? Well, it means that we are going to see a lot of half-naked, possibly completely naked women on the streets tonight.
And we don’t mean hookers.
You see, Miami is full of hot women and when we say hot, we mean it figuratively and literally. It’s hot here. It’s really hot here. And when one of our sports teams wins a championship, people rush outside to the streets to scream and cheer and drink and make merry. Yes, right on the street. Some of them stop their cars in the middle of traffic and just exit them onto said street and start dancing around. And then other drivers and passengers follow suit. Before you know it, there’s an impromptu parade in the middle of the street and people are running around, cheering and sweating.
And because it’s hot out, vendors and restaurants sell beers right on the street and the mix of heat and booze create a great environment for nudity.
Yes, nudity.
Pretty soon, women are flashing their tits or walking around in their bras and shorts. The nakedness factor definitely rises. We have seen women in thong bikinis walking around cheering for our teams and, damn it, we love them.
Because when one of our teams wins, we really win.
If the Miami Heat win tonight, women will exit their cars in traffic and flash other drivers. There might even be an impromptu parade with half-naked, dancing women...in the street.
Miami is home to beautiful people, and if the Miami Heat win tonight, there will be parties in the streets, and some of those beautiful people are going to strip most of their clothes off. It is a phenomenon many of us Miami natives have witnessed time and time again, and it is what makes Miami pretty awesome.
I was in Atlanta in 1995 when the Braves won the World Series, and while I had a good time celebrating with fans, there was not a bare titty in sight.
I was in New York in 2008 when the Giants won the Super Bowl, and I witnessed the frenzy of New York fans firsthand…but none of them got naked.
I was in Miami in 2003 when the Marlins won the World Series and again in 2006 when the Miami Heat won the Championship and let me say this…I saw a lot of ass and titties. In fact, I took quite the face-pummeling by a huge pair of titties when a woman (maybe she was a friendly stripper on her way to work?) got out of her car in traffic wearing red pasties and screaming, “Go Heat!” at the top of her lungs. She leaned in my window and blessed me with a celebratory motor-boating. And boy was I a dirty sailor that night!
So am I rooting for a Heat win tonight? You bet your ass I am. Not only because I support Miami teams but also because I love to see naked strangers.
Oh, yeah!
xoxox
Maria
