Other Words For Boobs Novels & Stories

he teases. “Says who?” I cock a brow in challenge. “Says these perky little nuggets,” he says and grabs my breasts, his thumb zeroing on my hardened nipples. I gasp in indignation and smack his hands away. “Did you just call my boobs nuggets?” Jace snickers. “No, I meant your nipples. They’re like a pair of tasty nuggets. Or sweet lollipops. I want to snack on them all the time,” he explains and puts his palm back on my breasts again as if it's his favorite stress ball.

she'd whispered to him in Italian as he gripped her hand and sobbed beside her deathbed. "I'm not entirely sure, but since you just clocked fifteen and she wrote that whatever changes you'd experience would start as you reached the age of having boobs and what not-" "Hey! I have boobs." I retorted and rolled my eyes. She pointed at her chest and snickered. "These here, my little choco are what you call boobs and not those mustard seeds sprouting out of your little chest." I growled and that was all it took for her to burst into laughter.

I whimper out saying. A loud rip fills the space before I could even complete my words and the cool air hits my bare skin. “Fuck, Baby.”Alexander ’s tone is reverent as he takes a boob in each hand. “Goddamn perfection.”He whispers. I’ve always been a little self-conscious of my boobs. A touch too large. Not perky enough but my nipples were little too big. But the look on Alexander’s face matches the sound of his voice and the sight of his big hands supporting my breasts has me feeling like the most desirable woman in the world.

“Rebekah, this is not…” I didn’t let him finish talking. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms slowly and letting it fall to the floor between us. Maybe if he saw how big my boobs were, he would be tempted to touch me more. The moment he saw them his jaw dropped a little. My boobs weren’t just big. They were large and firm, sitting high on my chest with pink nipples that were already hard and poking out like they were begging to be sucked.

I was feeling bold and he was excited when he saw what I was wearing. I took off my top and it was like I just gave him the world, with the way he was staring at my boobs. I never thought they were all that, I have C cup boobs and they are not big but they are not small either. They are just right and they are firm. I never paid much attention to them.

I run my finger inside the waistband of his shorts but outside the panties. "A different style. You've been shopping." Dereck says nothing, cereal bowl in one hand, coffee in the other. As I make my next move, my robe opens, and boob number two says hello. "Um, mom, your, um, robe." I look down at my cute little boobs with the rock-hard half-inch nipples. "Oh, well, you've seen them now, the tiny things that they are." Dereck, breathing deeply. 'Um, they, um, look nice, mom."

"What does the size of my breasts have to do with my weight?" "Your boobs, your ass, your thighs. Fuck, Baby, don't you know how much they weigh?" I frowned. I wasn't sure if he was trying to tease me or telling a joke. He looked down and the mischievous glint in his eyes made me scoff in annoyance. "Don't be so annoyed. Your boobs are huge," "My breasts are the right size,"

She had large breasts and she knew it. Very, very large breasts, a size you don't often see in an office setting. Among the office's male population, her boobs were a common source of conversation, the uninitiated seeking out those who had seen them in the flesh, seeking out the juicy details.

“Rags? I do not wear skimpy and tight outfits like you do and that makes them rags?” She looked at me, her eyes resting on my boobs. I could feel her stare at them, my mind starting to guilt trip me into thinking that they were not good enough. She stood up and put her two hands over my chest, grabbing my boobs lightly and caressing them. “You need tight-wear to make these boobs pop out, sis.” This was the first time she had ever called me sis. “Huh?” I was dumbfounded. Her hands were still on my boobs and fumbling them.

I moaned, saying that, my eyes were all over her as she had curled up on the seat, both legs set aside on one side, sitting pretty that if her whole body wasn't in the screen, you would think she was just playing with her phone when her skirt was tucked aside, pink string still hanging on her, and white juice dripping out of her; she twitched at times, I guess from playing with the buttons. “My body is sexy, yes, but yours is sexier; show me your boobs.” She asked, and I was hesitant for a second. You know how they become used teabags after a baby? Imagine after three, and I hadn't done any boob lifting, so I was kind of embarrassed. “I should warn you, they aren't like yours," I said. "At l