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Hi... My name is Virgie and I am a breast fetishist. Interestingly enough, the first question people tend to ask when I tell them about this part of my sexuality is, "So, are you a lesbian?" It turns out that I'm not. I've comfortably decided upon 95% heterosexual as my preferred sexual identity, with boobs taking up a succulent, round, full 5%. It's actually quite unusual (according to statistics) that a woman has a fetish, which is an erotic fixation on an object and to some in the field of therapy, a sexual dysfunction. In general, men possess fetishes, but I have been a very enthusiastic boob devotee for as long as I can remember
The origin of my fetish is not clearly traceable, but I'm almost sure that it began with my mother having breastfed me until I was four. And after that, I sucked my thumb for another.. ohh.. 7 or so years. I began masturbating to the sight and thought of breasts around the time I was weaned. I moved from Chrissy Snow on Three's Company to Roseanne, to Cinemax after 11pm (only during the free 5-day previews that used to happen when I was a kid), to scrambled porn on Spice, to full-blown porn. My desires became more and more specific over time. Things began with the subtle hint of breast, maybe a nipple protruding through a tight blouse, then girl-on-girl (my philosophy was the more boobies the better), then humongous breasts, then larger-than-humanly-possible fake boobies, then big nipples.. and well, we've arrived to the present day where my sexual encounters revolve largely around my 40DD breasts and my fantasies revolve HUGELY around breasts. In fact, I wasn't able in any way, shape or form to orgasm by any other means beside masturbation while thinking about breasts until just about 4 months ago (at the age of 24).
In my past I've struggled with my fetish. As it was not a "normal" part of a straight girl's sexual repertoire, many of my earlier partners made me feel like something was wrong with me because the only thing that made me orgasm was the thought of breasts. As I've come into my sexual identity, familiarized myself with my wants, and become comfortable with my fetish, my concerns about my fetish being a "problem" have largely disappeared.
This is the abridged version of the story. Last year I began writing my erotic autobiography, Destination DD: Tales of a Breast Fetishist with 40DDs. It's the first book of its kind and is largely a compilation of breast-centric erotica. This is a must-read for breast lovers. It is now available at Amazon.com and many San Francisco bookstores.
