Tuesday, March 8th, 2011
Mardi Gras isn’t all just Boobs for Beads – I often forget myself because I’m gawking, looking down, about chest-high, all day long everywhere I go! The other overlooked aspect of the holiday are masks – there are entire stores in the town of New Orleans dedicated just to producing and selling masks! And as this masked boober from Rub My Boob shows, it’s amazing how far a simple mask will go in covering up ones identity and making it impossible to spot her in a line-up. Now, if I had to point out those boobs! No problem officer! They’re the big jubblies right below:
Tuesday, February 16th, 2010
Another round of happy Fat Tuesday wishes for y’all! I can’t get enough of this holiday myself. I’ll be parading around all day in my gold, green and purple. And I’ll attempt as I always do to break my personal record for public bap-sightings! I’m nowhere New Orleans but for those of you who are there, kudos!
Tuesday, February 16th, 2010
I actually commented on this set from the 36-double-G super-stacked Chloe Vevrier at the beginning of December last year (link), but it’s such a well-designed set and appropriate to today’s festivities so I thought I’d post it again! Today is Mardi Gras proper, so wherever you are I hope you’re enjoying the day with the aid of a costume or a mask at least. Mardi Gras is one of my favorite days of the year, after my birthday, Halloween, and any day I get to fuck a big boobed babe (which Mardi Gras usually helps assist in the quest!). Enjoy!
Tuesday, February 24th, 2009
I hope everyone is seeing as many tits this week as they should be!
I write this post ahead of time, and schedule it for Fat Tuesday, knowing that between the Friday night before and the morning of Ash Wednesday I’ll have hopefully drank my body weight in alcoholic beverages, marched in the streets with some costumed mates, and got busy with a friend traveling to town from the Land of Lincoln (she’s more than up front about what she wants me to do with her while she’s staying with me, I appreciate her frankness and honesty). At the stroke of midnight between Fat Tuesday and Ash Wednesday plans are to be on the dance floor. Thus I’m attempting to schedule as many posts as possible, since I can’t say when I’ll return here between my itinerary of hangovers and my job (thankfully I have an agreement with my employer that any tradition involving carnival – costumes, marching bands, floats, boobs for beads – they’ll just have to suffer with me through it, and I’ll make up any lost time later).
This is that time of year when Boobs Rule, and everybody admits – finally! – to their fascination with the mammary glands. I’m certain to always have a slew of beads around my neck, you wouldn’t believe how straightforward the exchange is!
The corset strapped tight, but allowing everything room to breathe and bounce accordingly! I love some painted boobs.
The venerable Danni Ashe and her 32FFs out in the wild!
Mom and Daughter tag team? That’s hot but there’s larger competition out there!
If only!
A most excellent necklace, complete with flashing boobs! Expensive no doubt, the kind you’d have to give to a really deserving pair, something worth everybody’s while:
Happy Fat Tuesday everyone!
