Busty Solos

Squeeze Big Juggs
I tugged gently at the ribbon until the bow came untied, the
corner of the panty fell down exposing the skin just to the
side of my vagina. My stare into the mirror had become
fixed as I stroked the skin with my littlest finger. I
watched myself convince my other hand to render the other
bow unsecured, allowing the light panties to dropped to the
floor beneath me.

I looked down to see the wisps of golden hair that was no
longer compressed by the panties. I watched in the mirror
as I guided my fingers, gently placing them over my vagina,
the warmth comforted me as my forefinger slipped down to
where my vaginal lips began to part. I felt the moistness
that I had anticipated, the heady sensations that arose
intoxicated me, and my legs began to quiver with bliss.

Huge Tits
My wife, Deborah, often tells me “bedtime stories” of her sexual
adventures. Some of them I know are true, either because I was there, or
because she has corroborative evidence. Some of them, I’m sure, are
fictional. Others, I’m just not sure about.
I don’t know about the truth of this one. It sounds like the kind of
thing she’d do if she were in the right mood, but since I wasn’t there, I
can’t vouch for it.
If you’ve ever heard anything about the New York subways, you probably
think you know what they’re like. Noisy, obnoxious, and crowded. Most of
the time that’s true, but as any New Yorker will tell you — once you get
past his pride in living in the least livable city in the country — that
some trains can be practically empty if you pick the right times and
routes. Many evenings, around 10 or 11, even the busiest routes start
emptying out, and by midnight it’s sometimes possible to have a car to
yourself.

Huge Real Boobs
I raised my hand to my face and traced the soft lines of my
cheekbones, my eyes closed as I began caressing my flesh. I
looked down at my breasts, through the mirror, full and
round, they stood suspended by the bra that held them. I
moved my hands to release them from the contraption that
embodied them. My nipples became erect and took on a sudden
glow.

I began to feel my sexuality as the sweet fragrance of my
own flesh rose and hung in the heavy air. As I closed my
eyes, I saw my delicate body and envisioned it wrapped
lightly in silk. I placed the palms of my hands on my
nipples, and began circular motions as I felt the imaginary
fabric caressing them to their full alertness. I gazed
again into the mirror, as I guided a hand to my panties, I
felt the texture of the satin ribbon daintily tied in bows
against my hips.

Huge Boobs
The turbulent storm was raging outside, just as it had been
almost all day. The humidity and the pounding of the rain
were making me sleepy and tired. Just plain old groggy. I
decided to retire to my bedroom for a nap until the showers
had ended. I was too weary to continue working on the
business project that was before me. I had, for sometime,
been in a self evaluation period, and I no longer felt like
I knew who I was. Somewhere something had gotten lost.

I retreated to my bedroom as the thunder roared. It was
illuminated only by the misty haze that hung in the spring
air. I slipped out of my sweats and went across the room to
toss them into the hamper. I began to re-trace my steps, as
I caught my image in my mirror. I stopped, looking
curiously for a moment. The hazy light made my fair skin
seem luxurious. My blonde hair, pulled up, had taken on an
ash tone, and my oval face was highlighted by my full blush
lips and deep grey eyes.