I can’t abide the term “Tit-Man“. Quite apart from sounding like a really crap superhero, it implies that you don’t appreciate everything about a woman, seeing her instead as merely the transport for her breasts.
I’m not a “Tit-Man“, or an “Arse-Man“, “Leg-Man” or anything else except a man who loves women, and everything about them. Primarily their minds.
But that doesn’t stop me appreciating a woman’s breasts. Yes, if you have nice breasts I am going to look at them, admire them. I’m a heterosexual man, what do you expect? We are, frankly obsessed with them. We don’t have them, you see. We like to see them dressed in beautiful lingerie, we like to reveal them, caress them, maul them, nibble and bite them. Take a shower with a man and I guarantee you very clean breasts by the end of it.
I understand why women get self conscious about them. Big or small, if men had to go around with our cocks presented for all to see, we’d be self conscious, too (though not on twitter it seems!) While the comments we make tend to be about size, that’s not the half of it. There’s firmness, pertness, direction, shape…
We don’t have to fancy a girl to look at her breasts. Admire the shape though her clothes, imagine how her breasts look uncovered. That’s just normal. A lot of the time we’re comparing the them to the ones owned by the girl(s) we do fancy, just as we compare everything else: face, hair, legs, bottom (sometimes in that order). But if I fancy you, too, I’m going to be imagining far more that just their shape. I’m going to imagine their feel in my hands, the texture of the skin, your nipples, how they’d respond to my breath after I’ve wetted them with my lips, how my cock would feel between them, how they’d look with my come dripping from them. Or onto them from your chin.
Given a chance, I’m going to find all those things out.
Despite all this, I urge all men to observe the first rule of cool: When you’re talking to a woman, only smile at her face.
© Charles Rochester 2015