I have large, amoeba-like areolas (or is that areoli?). It didn’t used to be that way, before childbirth. And when I’m turned on, they firm up, tighten, and darken to pleasing shade of creamy rose. Most days, however, they are soft, and splotchy, and unimpressive. Maybe that is just because I look at them every day, and see every hair, pimple, bump, and imperfection. In photos, they don’t look half bad…gravity pulls my breasts into a pleasing tear-drop shape, and the nipples happily continue to respond to various stimuli. I don’t hate my breasts. In fact, I quite adore them. But…they could behave better. For example, I have ridiculously sensitive nipples (especially the right one). It drives my husband mad, because trying to play with them or suckle them usually leads me into fits of giggles that are less than sexy and certainly not conducive to steamy sex. I’ve thought about piercing them (or at least the right one) in an attempt to dull the sensitivity, but I’m afraid I would literally skyrocket out of the chair and cause a scene as soon as the piercing gun grabbed hold.
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