Thrweaway account here.

For context, allow me to state that I am a lover of very large breasts. Like, very large. Bigger than the head, bigger than the torso, bigger than the woman. Breasts large enough to pin her to the ground, and off the ground. That's the size of breasts that I get aroused by. It's a fetish called "breast expansion", and more specifically, "chounyu".

With that context given, the very first girlfriend I'd ever had was in college, and she also became my first sexual experience. During our intimate courting, I revealed to her this impossible desire of mine, based in the realm of a possibility which no woman could ever attain. My girlfriend became discouraged and hesitant, but I ensured her that fiction was fiction, and reality was reality.

That girlfriend, that first sexual encounter of mine, who owned a beautifully perky pair of less-than-handful-sized breasts, was the single best sexual partner that I have ever received the pleasure to share an intimate engagement.

Since those college days, I've had many lovers. All of whom have either had larger chests than my first girlfriend, or who have been quite generously endowed beyond my first girlfriend. I've made love to women who, while laying forward onto a mattress as I've held their body from behind, were able to splay both nipples in opposite directions past their elbows. I have held breasts that rested in the lap of the owner with nipples past the knees.

Breast size does not matter.

Torso matters. Genitalia matters. The woman matters. The personality matters.

As much of a large breast lover as I am, I will always choose the woman's mind over her body. I will always make love to the person, and not the attributes.

(...Here's a caveat to all of that. One of my lovers? She craved breast play. And because she was heavily endowed with breasts so large that they spilled out the top and bottom of her crossed arms, I indulged her fantasies as much as she indulged mine.)