Who did your tits? – practically every doctor client in New Orleans
I love my tits, and I know I’m not alone in that; of all my features, they probably get more compliments and other commentary than any other part of my anatomy (including my hair). But neither I nor genetics nor the gods can take credit for them; the responsible parties were my bank account and an unusually-gifted plastic surgeon whom I silently bless every time someone bestows praise upon what Matisse is pleased to call my “jaw-dropping rack”. And the reason I’m mentioning that now is that it was sixteen years ago today when Grace went, in her words, from “having the only tits in the house to having the smallest”. Yes, today is my tits’ Sweet 16! And though I’m not quite as overwhelmed with them as I was when I first opened my eyes to see them there, I still occasionally catch myself in the mirror and say something like, “Wow, these really are pretty spectacular!” Please excuse the slight – OK, not so slight – vanity, dear reader; you’ve got to recall that I was quite plain in my formative years, and was extremely flat-chested for considerably longer than that. So I hope y’all can forgive me for looking for any excuse to display them, and for occasional jokes like, “Hi, I’m Maggie McNeill and these are my tits.” I’m not really that full of myself, except when I am. Those of you who have never been fortunate enough to see them in all their glory up close and personal will just have to content yourself with a few pictures, at least until you make it out to Seattle and book an appointment. And I promise, I won’t say much more about them after today. Not in the blog, anyhow.
I must admit, you have nice tits. Not that I have a predilection towards gg’s, but I just said ‘You have nice tits’ without fear of a sexual harassment. Got to take advantage of these opportunities when they arise.
They are indeed spectacular. As is every other part of you that you publicly display, including but not limited to your intellect and personality.
One nice thing about living close to brothels is that I can go there and compliment a woman about her breasts and being thanked for the compliment instead of being reported to HR. Yeah, I call them breasts. I guess I’m old fashioned.
Wow I read your post ‘Who did your tits’ but now I have a clear view. 😉
They look really good, given the ample augmentation.
Best-looking implants I’ve ever seen, though I don’t like how they usually feel. (When compared to natural tits, they feel like rocks.) I know that you don’t like Big Daddy’s in New Orleans, but the times I went there; they had several good-looking strippers with nice tits. (Their names were Nikki, Michelle, and Elisa/Alyssa.) I like those Bourbon St strip clubs, but private sessions are expensive.
Mine don’t. In fact, several people last week commented on exactly that. You could take their word for it, or you could book a session & find out for yourself. 😉
Thank you!!
happy birthday, dears
Maggie, they are magnificent, and exactly as I imagined when I gave you a hug during the book tour. It gives me a reason to try and figure out a way to visit relatives in Seatlle, and say Hi in person, among other things..
Lots of love sweetie.
Happy birthday, and thanks for sharing.
I’ll flirt with “Never ask a lady her age” with the question “How old were you in the bottom photograph, Bellisima?” 🙂
I’m open about my age. Both were taken in the spring of 2014, so I was 47.
Also “Who was she? Who was this creature that rose like the dawn, as bewitching as the moon, radiant as the sun, terrible as an army poised for battle? ” — The Name of The Rose. 😉