A woman's breasts? 18 2 27 (19) 25 1 31

I have always wanted to write about the breasts of lasses but up until now I never had the courage: on the basis that people may think I'm just a dirty old man which is what I am in a sense because I am certainly old no question about that, and so far I haven't showered this day although I fully intend to do so especially since I have an appointment later in the day with my doctor...

But I have been writing much about my childhood recently which got me thinking about the subject of my blog title this day, which incidentally marks the last day I shall be my present age because tomorrow marks the day of my conception on my parents' first wedding anniversary, which exceptionally for them would be the first such act of conception as a married couple, for my older brother was born only 5 months after they tied the knot in holy matrimony, my mother's pregnancy running the full term...

So when I came along 9 months less 2 days on the 26th November WW ll had just begun and so my being breast fed quite often occurred in our Ander's Air Raid shelter at the bottom of our back garden... On more than one occasion my mother used to remind me about this fact because although she said she didn't have a lot of milk she said I was nevertheless breast fed for 18 months because it was the only way to keep me quiet, before we moved house when my father entered the armed forces, to a house she would share with her own mother and 12 miles about 20 km to the north of her mother-in-law's house in the industrial city of Manchester, and where there was no need to vacate the house at all hours owing to aerial bombardment. 

Two circumstances which no doubt contrive to partly explain my fascination with a lass's breasts for my mother had just had her 26th birthday as I entered the world and since I was the second baby so to be fed breast milk I have no doubt I was more than mildly enamoured of her handsome appendages, a lass in her prime so to say..?

Growing up in Victorian England of the period on the other hand, the move to our new home then would also mark the end of the story about my liking for such breast milk, because henceforth I should neither get to see any nor get to fondle them in any way, for many years to come, the birth of my kid sister some 4 years after my birth notwithstanding..?

Which brings me to the film about this nine-year old boy’s obsession with women’s breasts, a joint effort by the French and Spanish, far beyond the prurience of the British, whose obsession stems from his jealousy of his baby brother being breast fed by their mother, when Tete the hero of the film, goes forth on his personal mission to find the perfect pair of lactating breasts to feed on himself, which he succeeds in doing in the person of Estrellita, a beautiful French dancer played by Matilda May, in the film entitled “The Tit and the Moon”, released in 1994, perhaps soon after Matilda’s 29^th birthday, born as she was 8^th Feb 1965.  Unfortunately for Tete his mission isn’t all plain sailing because Estrellita is very popular with a number of the lads in the film, but when in one of its most captivating scenes, she takes out one of her handsome breasts to direct its jet of milk into Tete’s mouth a distance of ½ - 1 metre away, say 3 ft, when he is transported to his seventh heaven..?

Of course I could continue to write a wee bit more about my own experiences later in life but modesty on the one hand holds me back for I have young adult lasses, my two grand-daughters for one thing, and two fine daughters-in-law on the other, plus of course my dear wife and in passing away in the not-too-distant future I think they may like to delve into my BlogSpot occasionally, so I trust I’ll retain your forbearance if we leave the matter there. Those people who may readily relate to what I have said so far could always buy the Video or DVD on The Tit and the Moon for I can guarantee in any event you will be entertained by it, if not as whole-heartedly as I was because of my special circumstances not quite so much as I was perhaps, but then again..? hahaha. Have a good day everyone!          Postscript /Footnote 2025 1 31/Re-reading these old blogs of mine has been inspired because for the present since the beginning of 2025 my whole catalogue of blogs penned by Sodaigomedy are being read or more likely re-read by someone I have one time or another given its whereabouts to a friend. Re-visiting them myself after 6 years and 11 months has been a voyage of discovery for me their writer because of much inactivity on my part in the intervening years.Believe it or not my life has become too busy doing other things to have the free time to continue the once dear practice: that on the one hand and no longer so many ppl hitting it! But so educational about the younger person i used to be "The breasts of a lass" morphing in this re-post to my new site simply "A woman's breasts" not half so attractive perhaps in some quarters but as far as all the lady members of my family objecting? that was always a silly notion!lol