My tiny breasts. I used to be desperate about that. Spent years looking for a 'cure'. Although I was really good-looking and always attracting the best boys I just felt somewhat incomplete and insecure - I mean it was really effecting me. It wasn't until I started going out with a boy a way older than me who made me love them. He was absolutely fascinated by my nipples and was the first one to give them the right attention. And as this is the thing that starts me up, he was subsequently bowled over by how this turned me into a beast. Being played with my breasts were the moments when I entirely lost control and would plead him, or at times loudly demand that he stopped fooling around and screw me really hard. That's when I stopped wearing a bra. If you can spot my hard nipples under my shirt and through my eyes have perceived the beast inside, just let me know - I might be yours.