Hi again,
RobertaFan I'm glad you enjoyed my Yulia report. I
am happy to announce my
[Yulia NOVA Tit Comparison Page]
Let's compare her breasts to other big natural
models' and discuss them.
No offence intended, JJ. Her tits are certainly
droopy, but not for her size. If you have a look
at other big naturals of her age you will find her
to be exceptionally firm and bouncy. Hanging,
sagging, sloshing is the hallmarks real breast
tissue. If you find this aesthetically
objectionable, then this is a matter of taste. But
the hard fact remains, that every real tit above a
certain size (about D), no matter how firm, will
invariably start to sag.
Personally I adore this. I love my breast big,
soft as nature gave them to us. I think there is
enough non-biodegradable plastic in this world.
I would agree that she fails to exude sensuality.
I mean, she is just a kid. Sex is easy, erotic is
hard. I dare to doubt, that she is not interested
in what she is doing. After all she is not
stacking shelves, she is exposing her stacked
self.
It's not easy to take your clothes off for an
audience. I never did it, but you have to
experience the high-strung tension of a nude
drawing class. Yulia is doing it for the money
(and plenty, I naively hope). But even if she
never made much of her tits she is aware why she
is being filmed and fussed over. (Probably she
even hated her tits because she was taunted with
them at school. This is the subject of Blue Eyes.)
She will learn to regard them as assets (cash
udders), start to love them and enjoy exposing
them. (Believe me, she's got that inside her...)
When Chloe was 18 and still known as Irene Fischer
she posed for her first glamour photos. She
confesses to have been so nervous; that her lips
were shaking so much that she couldn't smile.
(Source: Best of SCORE, Vol.1, No. 1 (1993)) Well,
Yulia is 18 too and she smiles a lot...
There is no woman who can't help but take her
clothes off. (Or she is a very sorry specimen in
urgent need of professional help.) BUT, thank God,
women are hard-wired to tease, to arouse enough
interest to take their pick among the contenders.
The art of the tease is really not a given, but an
art. It depends on many subtle influences,
contrast for instance. What is more erotic: A
cool, beautiful lady whom you desired secretly for
a long time, suddenly, in mid-sentence, hitches up
her skirt, sheds her knickers, turns, bends over
and presents her wet cunt. (Wet, all the time the
slut acted calm and aloof.)
Take a break here.
Or a plastic-stuffed chick moaning while chewing
the gum and thinking about her shopping list.
I will tell you something erotic: A girl, who
tries to make ends meet and wants to start her
studies at the university of Moscow, is approached
by a sleazy small-time thug and part-time
trafficker in porn, specialised in what he
cheekily calls "artistic photography." At first
she is horrified: "Why me, I am a decent girl." He
points out her beauty and other natural charms.
The money is to good to decline. But she makes it
abundantly clear, that she will only do harmless
cheesecake stuff, classic glamour poses, like
Greek goddesses in the museum, you know, Aphrodite
etc.
She meets the crew in an upper class hotel and
reluctantly strips in the bath. They don't appear
to be very professional. They fumble with the
equipment shouting njet, njet and da, da, da. But
she has already pocketed half of her money up
front, so she steps in front of her audience
-naked. She fights the urge to cover her breasts
and pubis with her hands like that, what's her
name, Boticelli-girl. She refrains from it, mainly
because it would be utterly futile to even try to
cover her breast with a hand, an arm or both, for
that matter.
After a brief interim of universal speechlessness,
they burst in even more frenzied action. While
they happily snap and flash and swap cassettes,
she gradually becomes more relaxed. She poses ever
which way and starts to understand a thing: Not
she is the victim here. The guys are putty as long
as she gives them what they want. She feels
herself glowing from inside, feels her enormous
bosom, heavy, expanding.
The sweating, panting director-guy asks her to
kneel on the bed and tease her hair up. She
dutifully, smilingly obliges. The camcorder-guy
crawls around her. Suddenly, following an impulse,
she lets herself drop forward. She goes on all
fours, raises her firm little ass, smiles back at
the camera and feels her breasts shaking - free...
See ya, TT