Author Archives: DeeDee

What happened?

You know, I just realized that I never got my bras from A.W. Kaufman that I ordered by phone NEARLY ONE YEAR AGO.  Well, I didn’t “just” realize this.  I have thought about this intermittently since I ordered them but as more and more time passed, it seemed kind of weird to call back and ask what happened.  Miriam did tell me it could take “a while,” because she wasn’t sure when she was going to get the next shipment in, but, it’s been a bit more than “a while” although I guess it’s possible another order never arrived.  Or something.  I don’t really know how their ordering system works.

Anyway, I decided ten minutes ago that I couldn’t wait any longer because in the 18 months since I bought the bra, I am starting to feel some sag*, so I ordered two Conturelle Provence bras from a store called Bits of Lace.  No A.W. Kaufman discount, but free shipping and no tax.  Not too bad.

We’ll see how long it takes.


* I know that I could just get the bra altered by taking in the straps.  Someone at a lingerie store once suggested this to me.  But, my bra feels too personal to take to a tailor, although writing about my bra and what goes inside them on the internet feels just fine for some reason.


Christina Hendricks Sighting!

Okay, it’s been a while.  I’m not going to try to come up with an excuse, or even apologize.  Time to get down to business!

My best friend saw Christina Hendricks at an event in Manhattan!!!!

She ran up to her and told her that she loves the show and that her best friend (me) was inspired to buy a bar cart for her apartment based on her character (that’s true — I wanted to be a swingin’ stylish single gal who offers gentlemen a drink when they come over).  Christina thanked her and said she was very flattered in that cute, high-pitched, Joan tone.

My friend’s assessment?


But, the rest of her is quite small.  She thinks that her hips and ass were smaller in person on the show.  I think they may be padding her actually.


I let everyone down

I didn’t watch the game.  I had dinner plans.  No boob holding.  I feel terrible.  I’m sorry Kobe.

My boobs will come through again.


Lucky Boob

In many ways, my bf and I fell in love this winter and spring over the Lakers.  I hadn’t been much of a fan, but watching Laker games is something I enjoy doing with him.

During the April 11 Lakers v Hornets game, where the Hornets bounced back from a 30 point lead and almost stole the Pacific Division title from the Lakers, we discovered that if he placed his hand on my left boob when I was curled up in his lap, the Lakers scored and the Hornets missed.  Really.  Kobe is MVP because of me.

This position lasted us through the rest of the season and into the playoffs.  But, once the Lakers/Celtics series started, things got rough.

Game 1, we watched with friends.  Obviously, he wasn’t going to put his hand on my boob that night, and the Lakers lost.   Notably, the one game in the playoffs the Lakers lost to the Spurs, we also watched with the same two friends and we were forced to be boobless.

Game 2, I was across the country.  We lost.

Game 3.  Well, this is where my theory starts to break down.  I was on a plane coming home.  He was actually at the game (maybe that made up for my boob’s absence).  We won.

Game 4.  This should have been our comeback.  But, he was really really sick.  We watched together but we didn’t cuddle.  No boob action.  We all know how this game turned out.

At this point, I really don’t know if it’s even worth it to revive the boob.   And in any event, he’s still not feeling well.

I guess we have to wait until next year until my boob (and Bynum) comes back.


P.S.  NO, I am not NOT taking volunteers to hold my boob while my boyfriend is still sick.

It’s Summer!

A few, er, several, weeks ago (sorry for the delay), one of our best commenters asked what us BBGs did in preparation for warmer weather.

Well, that’s a fantastic question.   Summer is tough.  Until recently, bikinis were out.  Tank tops are also tough.  Either there isn’t enough fabric to cover my breasts, or the shoulder straps are too big, or the arm holes too wide and my bra shows through.  Oh, and some tank tops, the straps are oddly aligned and don’t cover the bra straps, which is just annoying.  Do larger bras have straps that angle out more or something?

And I can’t wear spaghetti straps obviously, because the bra strap will show.  Oh, and no, that “bra” inside some tank tops is not a viable option.

Halters? Not really feasible.

I guess I should look on the positive side.  There is always Malia Mills.  And American Apparel has some solid tank top options.  And, for a black tie affair, I have this nice strapless dress that I wore to 3D’s wedding and a solid strapless bra to go with it.

Boobs and Sex: Seventh Grade Boys Were On To Something

As all you readers know, I’m not a big fan of nipple licking, or really any nipple-focused action at all. But I’ve recently come to discover that I really enjoy just having my boobs held. I think I can lie down with my boyfriend’s hand up my shirt for hours and hours. He enjoys it too.

Who knew that something so old school could be so amazing?


Boobs and Sex: Focus on the Nipple

I’ve finally come to write about what I feel is a very important issue in the big-boobed community — the erogenousness of nipples.

Once, years ago, a guy was sucking my nipple and said, “you aren’t getting anything from this, are you?” I wasn’t. I never do. The only sensation I feel at all is mild pain. I admitted as such (minus the part about pain) and he said that he has found there to be an inverse relationship between the size of the breast and the amount of pleasure derived from having a nipple sucked. When I told him that I hadn’t realized that before, he pointedly asked, “well how many nipples have you licked?” I take it he had licked several.

Partially because he seemed to be an authority on such matters, I basically took it as fact. And, when 3D hosted a big boob bonanza a few years ago, if memory serves me correctly, five out of the six girls there said nipple sucking didn’t do much for them.

This is not to say that I don’t like to have my breasts touched, fondled, caressed, slammed against, etc., but the particular act of nipple sucking just doesn’t do anything for me. That, combined with the mild pain and the sheer awkwardness of just lying there while my partner sucks away, makes the whole thing affirmatively unpleasant.

I’d be curious to know what others (both people with nipples and people who suck nipples) think about all of this.