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Monday, August 27, 2007
Current mood: relaxed

[this blog entry includes messages that were received via MySpace]

And now, musings about bras.

When I originally moved out here to California, I was a 32B and I weighed around 87 pounds. Over the years I filled out, managed to get over 100 pounds, and settled in as a 32C. In recent years I was able to wear 34B and sometimes 34C bras. (Some women gain & lose a cup size during each month via their cycle - this happens to me too.)

This year I’ve acquired an even larger chest. Seriously. Yes I have some more weight on my hips but it seems that for every ounce I gain on my hips I get two ounces added to my chest. Good genes!

I don’t wear bras or undies day to day, and only need a bra on special occasions. So up to now, when I needed a bra I’d go lift one from the wardrobe room, where we have a box of 32s, a box of 34s and a box of 36s.

The last couple times I tried to do this, none of the bras in none of the boxes seemed to fit correctly.

So I went to a Fredericks of Hollywood and asked a gal there to do a new measurement on me, to see what bra size I am.

Okay so the Fredericks gal measures me and tells me I’m a very difficult size. Even though I’ve been filching 34s, she tells me my rib cage is still technically a 32. It’s never actually gotten much bigger. Then she tells me the cup size is like DD. 32DD is a fairly impossible size bra to find in stock (women rarely have tiny rib cages and big tits) so she suggests I try on some 34Ds.

She brought in these clunky things with big straps and big cups and as I started trying them on I realized “oh my god today is the day I start wearing my mother’s brassieres.”

I’ve noticed though, that wearing a properly-fitting bra is particularly annoying these days because I feel like my tits are seriously up in my face. At this size I find it preferable to be braless so that the breasts settle down a bit and aren’t so high & round. Screw fashion!

Hilariously, Ikaras Jones took some photos of me on Saturday, and we got me dressed and on-set only to decide unanimously (Jon was there too) that my breasts were so large over the corset that it looked goofy. I wound up having to change.

I think part of the reason this chest doesn’t look natural on me is I have an unusual condition where my skull remained child-size throughout my adult life… my head and face are smaller than an adult’s (yes I had to wear children’s eyeglasses). So, put a pair of DD tits under that and it looks a little silly.

Another thing about having a big rack is learning how to sleep. The breasts move here and there and get pinched under the arms etc etc. After a few annoying months of readjusting I seem to have conquered that battle.

New models who come to work with us seem to know right away that I’m carrying real breasts instead of surgical enhancements, and I receive a lot of compliments… ladies are fascinated that I inherited all this. The fact that I hear comments regularly would suggest to me that models tend to constantly ‘check out’ each others’ tit jobs… they’re inspecting the women around them.

Tits is a silly subject for a blog, but I figured that guys must not mind women blathering about their breasts, and women probably relate to the petty annoyances of dealing with bras and all that.

P.S. Re the Saturday shoot - I’m not resuming bondage-modeling, but it occurs occasionally for odd reasons. The Saturday thing was for Ikaras to test his new camera & equipment.

9:20 PM - 7 Comments - 6 Kudos

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elwin the grim

What about when the boys take a stroll on their own, night time wise, Leaving N.R.B. ( No Reason Boner) or E. M. B.’s ( Early Morning Boner) They are their own ” Man”, so to speak with their own clock and fantasy that I slept through….Damn

Posted by elwin the grim on Monday, August 27, 2007 at 11:15 PM

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Duct Tape Messiah

I’m reminded of another friend on my list who’s a friend in real life who is all of 4 ft 8 inches tall and a 32 C cup. On her tiny frame they look enormous. Great, but huge by comparison.

Posted by Duct Tape Messiah on Tuesday, August 28, 2007 at 5:29 AM

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the Shadow

Nice blog topic.

Once again, I hate that I picked up the camera a year or two too late.

But one can dream that all my favorite models would come out of retirement for an evening or two just for me.

One can dream..

All the best to you.
ShadowCrafter

Posted by the Shadow on Tuesday, August 28, 2007 at 5:39 AM

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Pete Puma

What a terrific informational topic. Thank you so much for the insight!

Posted by Pete Puma on Tuesday, August 28, 2007 at 7:44 AM

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Richard

You’re right about guys not minding women talking about their breasts. Any discussion about yours certainly will go a ways to cheering me up.

I’ve never considered your head to be small for your body size. It’s smaller than the average woman’s head, but so is your body height. As far as proportions go, your head doesn’t seem to be abnormally sized. The average adult is 7 - 7 1/2 heads tall (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_proportions). Very tall people, or ideally realized drawings, can be 8 or more heads tall. I’d be curious if you’ve measured your height in “heads tall” to see if yours is much smaller than normal proportions.

I have a hard time imagining your chest size being larger than when I last saw you because you were already pretty spectacularly proportioned.

Posted by Richard on Saturday, September 08, 2007 at 1:48 PM

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Lorelei

I haven’t done the heads-height measuring… I first became aware of my undersized head when I was getting eyeglasses. Women my height are generally able to wear adult glasses. With me, they always wind up having to move me over to sit at the childrens-eyewear selection.

My mother had the same problem. She recounted to me that when she graduated from college, someone dropped in on one of her final classes. They said they were sorry to interrupt the class but they needed to remeasure my mom’s head (for the grad cap) because an error had been made. Mom went into the hallway with them, they remeasured, and were shocked to see that she really DID have a child size head.

Posted by Lorelei on Saturday, October 06, 2007 at 11:17 AM

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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Current mood: silly

[this post includes replies that were made via MySpace]

I would just like to tell my breasts how much I appreciate them.

When I first got breasts, I was so happy with them. I felt myself up every night. How wonderful and warm and squeezable!

When I first moved to California and didn’t have a boyfriend, I remember lying in bed with two handfuls thinking “This is a waste — two nice breasts and no one here to enjoy them!”

I was just in the shower and realized, hey, I still love these breasts! They’re a blast to soap up. They’re size D now so I can’t grab all of ‘em, but I do my best. Thank goodness Jon has bigger hands than I do.

Ok that’s my soliloquy about my breasts. LOL!

10:52 AM - 16 Comments - 13 Kudos

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Charlzm

Lorelei,

I don’t know if you’ve covered this anywhere, I hope I’m not making a fool of myself by being wrong in my observations and if it’s too personal, then by all means don’t answer, but…

why did you decide to go for the augmentation? I for one can say I thought your breasts were just fine all along.

Posted by Charlzm on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 11:10 AM

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Lorelei

Oh good lord! ROFL!

When I was in high school my breasts were B cups.

By my 30s they were C cups.

I’m in my 40s, have gained a little more weight, and now they’re D cups.

No doctoring was necessary.

Posted by Lorelei on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 11:15 AM

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Charlzm

Color me embarrassed, then. I saw the increase from the Kristine Imboch days through to current photos and just assumed the increase must have been… unnatural.

Pardon me if I offended.

There are just so many augmentations out there that, without evidence to the contrary, I just assume most any woman in the adult industry with larger than B cups has probably gone under the knife.

Oops.

Posted by Charlzm on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 12:05 PM

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Pete Puma

And a lovely soliloquy it is! Your breasts are indeed a wonderful sight to behold. Jon is one lucky fellow! No doubt about that!

Posted by Pete Puma on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 11:12 AM

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BBQ

Hi Lorelei,

I just want to say that I love your breasts too. Infact, I love all of you.

Posted by BBQ on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 12:48 PM

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Tess

In honor of your breasts I have made a donation here http://www.komen.org/ It is the home page of the Susan G. Koman Breast Cancer Foundation. Like you, I love mine, and I intend to help to make sure we all have ours for all our lives…

Tess

Posted by Tess on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 4:17 PM

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Richard

As you’re no doubt noticing, everybody else seems to appreciate your breasts too. I’ve been a longtime fan.

One of the unfair aspects of life is that you can do an ode to your breasts and it comes across as cute and funny.

If a guy were to write a soliloquy about his penis, it would be seen as crass and egotistical. For all I know, I could have been named for mine if my parents had seen some potential in the infant they saw. I don’t really know why “Dick” became a nickname for “Richard”. The letter “R” sounds a lot different than the letter “D”. The most famous Richard is the medieval king, Richard the Lionhearted. Maybe he didn’t earn the title “lionhearted” solely for the lion’s heart. I can’t really say that I play with it. Most of the time, it’s just in the way and playing the morning ritual of “avoid the zipper”. Although it does allow me to write my name in the snow, that’s a feat which has very little demand in the real world.

Unfortunately, the penis has a bad reputation and is viewed by society as an awful thing. It’s covered up as much as possible whereas breasts are prominently and publicly on display. Entire industries exist to enhance and show off breasts. Women can enjoy looking at breasts as much as guys do, but the same cannot be said about the lowly male member.

There’s no question that breasts are enjoyed by many. In this politically correct society, men are not supposed to notice them. A woman can wear a padded bra that thrusts them forward and pushes them together. She can wear a low cut top that draws attention to them. Yet, men are not supposed to look. How can we not? I try not to stare at a woman’s breasts. I know it’s impolite. I know that they are not the measure of a woman’s character. Yet, there they are. I try to look away, yet they keep drawing my gaze back. I try to get my eyes out of there, but they keep pulling me back.

Anyway, I’m happy to hear that you’re in a silly mood. If you ever hear of a good bargain on a used time machine, let me know. I’d like to go back in time to that period when you were alone in Cali.

Now, excuse me while I try to see if there’s a Breastaholics Anonymous in my town.

Posted by Richard on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 5:46 PM

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Richard

Oh well, it doesn’t appear that I’ll be penning that masterpiece. Unlike breasts, which are primarily composed of fatty tissue, the lowly penis isn’t and gains no benefit from increased weight. In fact, the poor little bugger only shrinks a bit with age. When a woman puts on weight, some of it goes into the fatty tissue of the breasts, making them larger. If Lorelei could somehow bottle whatever it is about her physiognomy that channeled half her weight gain into her breasts, she’d never have to worry about money again. Of course, if that could happen, plastic surgeons would be taking a hit contract out on her. The last thing they want to see is a natural means to move fat from a woman’s body to her breasts resulting in larger breasts and less body fat, killing two of their profitable surgical procedures.

Even if my penis were fortunate enough to grow more impressive with age, I doubt that I’d want to talk about it. I’d rather talk about breasts any day of the week. After all, I don’t have them. It’s just as well I don’t have breasts. If I did, I’d never leave the house.

At least there’s one woman who won’t beat me up for staring inappropriately. Is copious drooling okay?

signed
A notorious fan

Posted by Richard on Friday, June 30, 2006 at 4:29 PM

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Duct Tape Messiah

Never met a pair I didn’t like. No such thing as too big or too small regardless or what people think. What is the size of a perfect breast, you may well ask? so long as it reach from the woman’s chest to my lips or the ends of my fingers, it’s picture perfect.

Posted by Duct Tape Messiah on Wednesday, June 28, 2006 at 7:58 PM

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Richard

Oh drat…now I’m getting breast envy.

Posted by Richard on Thursday, June 29, 2006 at 3:35 PM

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Feeling No Pain

your breasts and nipples are very nice
thank you

Posted by Feeling No Pain on Saturday, July 08, 2006 at 5:54 AM

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Richard

A&E has a two-hour documentary tonight (and repeated much later in the wee hours) on Cleavage.

I’ll be thinking about you.

Posted by Richard on Friday, July 21, 2006 at 5:26 PM