Laura wrote: ↑Sun Jan 23, 2022 11:54 am
Ed2, In western society in a woman's breasts represent more than just milk machines for babies. Speaking from experience I have found that a majority of men see women with large and firm breasts and in some cases even saggy ones as more desirable sexually than women with small or thin breasts. This is pretty common knowledge and this is very evident in your story that the men in the pub are attracted to barmaid Shannon because of the shape and size of her bosom not her lovely face or hair color. In high school and even in college it was obvious that girls with well developed bosoms seem to attract the boys. When I read your stories about whipping and beating the breasts of girls like Shannon I take some perverse pleasure in reading your story.
My question to you Sir, is why you do write focused on breasts and about beating them bloody? Do you have a reason that can be explained. I think our sexual fantasies all have some trigger event and are not just a matter of brain development, genetics or hormones.
I think that were my breasts whipped and beaten as severely as Shannon's they would never fully recover either their shape of smooth skinned texture. They would be ruined beyond recovery especially the nipples.
Guilty as charged. I tried to understand why I should be so turned on by breast whipping for a very long time and ultimately just gave up and accepted it as a reality. I was always fascinated by torture, then hit puberty when Playboy's were it for illicit visual stimulation, so breasts became the focus for the torture imaginings. Whenever I saw some Playboy picture of a girl in a position that could be the result of tying, usually AOH or flat on the back, I immediately added the fetters and the situation. So no, there was no "trigger event" that I remember and I tried for years. I stopped caring why, it's just always been this way.
I play fast and loose with physiological reality. In Shannon's case, there is very little blood, just very painful skin irritation and bruising. I often like to save my victims for some return visit, leading to a few sequel stories. Reading Shannon as a kind of Schadenfreude never occurred to me, but interesting.