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I'm a fetish :)


Originally, my intention of this blog was to show other women who might have the same issues with their non-existent breasts that they are not alone. And, of course, to close this chapter for me.

But in fact, I got plenty of e-mails from men. Men telling me that they are turned on by the fact that I pretend to have boobs while being almost flat. I didn't even know that this could be a turn on for somebody, I rather thought it's something that would turn men off. There is even a whole blog about women doing the same thing that I do (see https://flatandfaking.blogspot.com/). For me, this is especially interesting because I am seeing how many others are bothered by their lack of boobs too.

I don't have sex outside of relationships that often, so there were not many men that I had "introduced" to my situation. When I had sex, I usually kept my top on. If I was about to have sex, I went to the bathroom first and removed the silicone pads from my bra and put them into my bag - in case I couldn't prevent my bra from coming off, then the pads would at least not fall out.



This was probably the phase in which I exaggerated it a bit with faking. I grew kind of addicted to the stuff, as I didn't only want to pretend to have boobs, I wanted to pretend to have big boobs. Because of my curvy booty, this was a perfect match and nobody ever had doubts.



From time to time, I actually took some nudes - I was hoping to document the growth of my breasts. That didn't really happen. I will post some more nudes in later posts, but use this one as comparison to the photos above, and you see what I am talking about. From zero to hero when clothed.




Comments

  1. Plenty of guys who love that you fake it! We would love to see your bra pads and padded bras :)

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  2. The ultimate turn on for men is to get to watch you put on your fake boobs and actually see you go from flat to fab.

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