Sitting today in NYC’s Washington Square Park, watching all the NYU students and their folks and the many French senior citizens (like lots of them) milling about, I overheard four young people (seemed to be undergrads) catching up with each other. The conversation quickly turned to breasts.
The two women in the group both had theirs done over the summer.
“Yeah, they were really hard and swollen at first, but now they feel almost normal. Here touch them.”
So, in the sultry summer weather, they faced off touching each other’s boobs. The two guys in the group soon joined in and started handling them like ripe mangos.
Then I realized, I must have just woken up in some heterosexual man’s fantasy. (or maybe a lesbian’s or a bisexual’s).
Was there some cosmic fantasy swap? Is there some female breast-loving person in Iowa totally bummed out and bored as s/he looks on at some guys showing off their nipple piercings and their buffed tattooed calves?
Shame, I hate wasted fantasies.