I’ve long held the belief that men are one or the other. Sure, there’s a random ‘leg man’ out there, or a ‘foot fetish’ outlier, but I mean generally speaking – it’s ass or tits. I’ve even used that question as an icebreaker…often. “Are you an ass man or a boob man?”
I’m more well-endowed with ass than tits. Everyone I’ve ever been with has been basically ass-obsessed. Whitman is not. He’s a boob man. He wouldn’t completely admit that early on in our relationship, but I’ve come to realize that it’s true.
Thank goodness that my theory seems to hold true… (this seems backwards, but stay with me for this one…)
An “ass man” will appreciate ANY ass. They love them all, and really love a REALLY NICE ONE, but a boob man has to see a REALLY. NICE. ASS. to be moved by it.
Same goes for a “breast man” – they seem to like all tits, big OR small, and maybe appreciate gorgeous ones a little more, but ass men could care less about breasts unless they’re extra-gorgeous.
Now, that being said, my breasts are not extra-anything…not extra-large, extra-small, extra-gorgeous. Whitman appreciates them, and even talks of how hot they’d be pierced.
I don’t know how to be a ‘boob man’s girl’, though! I’m used to being able to stand a certain way to teasingly accentuate my ass, or wear a certain dress that shows my curves. It’s always been so easy to do.
I don’t seem to have that magical ability to pose myself so that my breasts seem ‘pounce-able’!
(I will say this new bra sort of makes it look like I had a boob job. That seemed to work to my advantage.)
