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Wholesome(?)Ghost who has never in his life met a pair of breasts he didn't love.
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Color, size, shape, imperfections -- the variations are just different flavors of beauty to him.
He loves high, perky breasts on birds with thin or athletic builds. Something about the tightness of them gives him the impression of an imperious princess sticking up her nose. Tits like that belong on royalty. They're nice and easy to palm, prominent nipples hardening against the skin of his ugly paw, and they fit even more perfectly between his lips. Watching smaller breasts jiggle ever so slightly when he fucks a petite girl, almost like they're quivering, sends what little sanity he has left into orbit.
He loves the look of dark, prominent areola on black or brown skin, both when they're puffy and when they're peaked. Whether the skin tone beneath is mocha, rich coffee, or ebony-dark, it always so perfectly complements the nipples that he's borderline inspired to paint. Seeing his own pale skin pressed against them makes him feel unworthy.
He loves uneven breasts, where one is a little smaller or a bit lopsided. Fake boobs have their own appeal, but holding naturals in his hands reminds him that he's not having some porn-addled fantasy, but touching a real woman. When he goes to suck one and massage the other, he likes the ability to assess which will better fit his hand or his mouth. The best part is when the bird's apologetic that they don't look factory-made, like the reveal is a letdown -- doesn't take long to for him to demonstrate how very much he disagrees.
He loves heavy, sagging breasts that sport stretchmarks like battle-scars and easily stretch out off-the-shelf bras after a few months. The one thing he can do with big breasts that he can't do with others is push them together and fuck them, perhaps his cock's favorite activity. Sticking his face into a plump pair of tits, feeling the fat spill between his fingers when he tries to hold them, admiring the natural way they rest on a chubby tummy beneath... he'll never tire of the big ones.
Most of all, he loves the women attached to them and all the different attitudes they have towards their breasts. Some are undeniably proud, peacocking their assets with push-ups or low-cut shirts or tiny bikinis. Some treat them like cargo, a mild inconvenience that is not particularly sexy in their own mind, but that they benevolently share with a partner. Some are shy or embarrassed, focusing on a flaw they insist is real, but that he can never seem to find himself.
Ghost acknowledges his obsession with breasts likely comes from discovering porn at a young age, finding the images appealing even before he really understood what sexual attraction was. And it didn't get any better in high school, when some days it felt like his entire purpose in life was to locate and make contact with one (1) boob before he died. But he supposes it turned out okay, in the end. Through the years he has taken pleasure from many breasts while boosting the confidence of women who may have had mixed feelings about their attractiveness (and, hopefully, leaving them with an orgasm or two for their troubles). Mutually beneficial, as he sees it.
Someday, he thinks, he might like to settle down with a pair. Breasts he can watch grow and change as his wife ages. They will inflate with milk, swollen and bouncy, when he puts a baby in her; after breast-feeding, their weight will redistribute and new veins or stretchmarks will appear; and as time and gravity transform skin that was once taut and smooth, he will learn to appreciate a new type of beauty in the woman he loves.
When he finds her, the owner of his forever-breasts, he vows to worship them every day until he dies.
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such a good boyfriend. really, like, no man you've dated has ever come close to kyle. the former military stuff put you off, but lots of people fall for things they shouldn't.
let's go on holiday. yeah? deserve it, how hard you're workin.
you think you haven't been dating that long, but kyle offers to pay for it and even finds a place that his friend owns, so you don't have to do the resort thing. he figures out everything and you're so grateful, you let him fuck you without a condom and are shocked at how much that changes up sex.
the house is beachfront and sun-drenched, wide open doors and coloured tile floors. you joke that city kyle and beach kyle are completely different boyfriends; beach kyle is vibrant and radiant, sandy-soled, a bright gem at sea.
what's interesting is how his intensity ramps up. so chill and relaxed back home, and now it's like his teeth are on edge here. he's waking up with a hand wedged into your cunt, drowsily rubbing you, or spreading you out on the cold tiles to fuck you raw, wild-eyed, or slipping his hands under your dinner dress to finger you over the bathroom vanity until you come, smearing your makeup.
the trip is lush. boozy. slow wake-ups and then falling back asleep until noon when he wants to eat you out, tonguing you until you're hanging off the bed. you eat and swim and sleep and shower and doze and drink and fuck fuck fuck.
supposed to fly out the tuesday. monday night, you're wandering around the different rooms to locate scattered items to pack up. kyle's not helping. when you stride back into the bedroom, he's sprawled out on the bed, hand loose around his cock, dreamy tugs to match his dreamy smile.
a bit annoyed for the first time all trip. can you help me, please?
he gets harder, pulls at his cock in longer vigorous jerks, when you don't understand his explanation. he needed to know. needed to be sure you were the woman for him. a nice little trial run here, yeah? seeing what every day will be like. here.
fucking you with his forearms bent either side of you head, salty sweat dripping down on you, caging you in. no condom. don't need them anymore, yeah?
and lots of people fall for things they shouldn't. he really is a good boyfriend.
I have an ounce of hope that the Call of Duty Modern Warfare movie will have the original actors because according to IMDb Jim Boeven…who played König…is currently one of the actors in the movie
Not gonna lie to you, Im so obsessed with The Fifth Element I check your page at least 3 times a day
Omg that makes me smile like a damn fiend 😅🩷 thanks so much for your note about it. I think about that fic every three seconds so I feel ya. Unforch I have been travelling for the past three days or so, and my access to the internet has been dicey.
Next chapter is already in the works, though! Fully outlined about three chapters ahead at this point. It's the dialogue that fucks me up if I'm honest. I have to work really hard to make sure they sound believable (to me) and it's just a series of second guessing and rereads until I get fed up and slap the post button. 🤦♀️🤣 but thanks for being so patient. You have no idea how grateful I am for it. Truly. 🩷
