The Phone Courtesan


Breasts
October 31, 2011, 7:41 am
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The last day of Breast Awareness month. Have I made you aware of my breasts? : ))



Breasts
October 30, 2011, 7:18 am
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The month of Breast awareness is almost over . . .



Breasts
October 29, 2011, 8:09 am
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Can I really post too many pictures of my breasts? : ))



Breasts
October 28, 2011, 7:18 am
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I have heard men say, that there isn’t a breast they didn’t like. There are so many different kinds of breasts and so many shapes and sizes. Big, small, flat, flabby, full, hanging, old, young, perky, and lets not forget the fake ones. I will say, I don’t enjoy looking at the fake ones as much. But, that is just me.



Breasts
October 27, 2011, 9:22 am
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Yes, the month of breast awareness is about to pass us by. As I have written many times, I feel so lucky and yes even special, to have breasts. So, I am going to share with you a few more pictures of mine. I hope you enjoy.



Spaghetti Sauce Blog From September 2010 = Breast Picture
June 15, 2011, 10:33 am
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I love seeing on my blog what topics my readers go to and what you all say to me when I write.

I must say, that the blog labeled Spaghetti Sauce – is the one and only, so far, picture of my breasts.

I love writing about my breasts, and how they feel to me. It is a bit selfish I know, but I so enjoy my breasts. Summer time and the summer clothing makes me think about them even more.

But, I guess not many people are interested in Spaghetti Sauce.



Spaghetti Sauce
September 8, 2010, 6:20 pm
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I know. My bad. Those who really know me would not believe this.

It is only 4ish in the afternoon, and I have had 3 or maybe 4 glasses of wine. And, hard as it may be to believe after that confession, I truly do not drink.

It started simply enough. I decided to make a delicious pot of home made vegan spaghetti sauce for the freezer. I had so many tomatoes to use up. I decided to add some wine to the sauce. I took a little sip to decide about the spices to add, and that was that.

The sauce is simply delicious. It is one of those rare moments I wish I did not live alone.

I was taking a taste and some of it dribbled all over my off white t-shirt. Damn. I took it off, and I decided to leave it off and poured myself some more wine. The wine tasted so refreshing and being shirtless, felt so liberating and beautiful.

I laid on the couch to watch a movie I had taped. That is when I saw my reflection in the glass doors of a newly acquired book case I had bought. My breasts were hanging to the sides. Yes, I am 50, and they are real and warm and my breasts do hang. I was watching me, looking at my breasts. I began thinking of how I would look if I do in fact take that trip to the nude beach in December for the holidays, as I had been invited.
“Is this how I will look to others?”, I thought. I liked it. No, my body is not tight, nor do I think it is sexy. But, it is mine, and it felt good to see it so freely.

It made me think of how I wanted to be seen on the nude beach. I began to think of the kind of lover that I would I want. The kind that would love and worship my breasts.

Sometimes, only sometimes I do hate living alone. I would want to be found like that on my couch.

And yes, the picture is me.