Yes, these are my tits. Not bad, eh? Or, realistically, nowt
special, just your common-or-garden boobs, clad in cheap underwear and shot on
a smartphone.
I get that boobs are pretty popular. As far as ‘popularity
on the internet’ is concerned, they come second only to cats. Were it possible
to combine the two, by placing a tiny kitten in my cleavage, I’d have done so.
Over the course of thirty years on this planet, I have sent
fewer than ten naked or vaguely indecent pictures of myself to loved ones. Of those,
only one of them included nipples, and one included cunt. I have no regrets
about sending most of them – they’re relatively basic, utterly anonymous shots
like the one I’ve posted here, and like the others that are scattered
sporadically across this site. In short: should any of these turn up on the
front page of the Daily Mail I won’t be spitting coffee over my laptop and
begging for them to be burned.
But there are a couple I regret.
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