That's really cool, Goober!...in fact i often find your humour great fun....so there i've said it!...is it the Mississippi mud?!
So! ...what's my fav moniker for such a sublime area of the universe?...and i've decided to elaborate a bit 'cause it's all soooo damn important!...i mean to say i've spent hours in my life assessing how best to describe this highly under-rated part of the female anatomy. And there are at least two parts to the question: how THEY look, move, feel...and how they make ME feel.
The word 'breasts' is totally anatomical to me...words like 'hooters', 'rack', jugs, 'funbags' for me are too jokey...[i tend to take boobs pretty seriously!...oh my god!]...
So there!...i just used the word 'boobs'...naturally and didn't even realise i did it. For me as a teen the word 'boobs' was a near-spiritual experience: it seemed to manifest the look and feel of gloriously abundant and beautifully-shaped flesh. [But i have to admit the association with boobs being silly, stupid people...and the birds named boobs or boobies kind of diminish the term.] As some have said, the fav term can change with the mood or intensity of feeling...and, increasingly, the word 'tits' somehow satisfy the frison, and visceral-gut feeling. [But again, Goober, there are those damn birds, aren't there.]
In the UK, you often hear the term 'bristols' which means nothing to me...although i understand 'jubblies' as the kind of jello-wobbly effect. And i just remembered a guy at UC Berkley who instead of saying 'tits 'n ass', would cry out: 'My god!...look at those 'boobs and beauuutocks' with a huge emphasis on the 'beauuu...' syllable...i always found that hilarious, and still use the phrase from time to time. And although the term 'titties' has been ridiculed above, i sometimes find when i put words into the mouths of some of my morphed beauties, the term 'titties' somehow arrives naturally...[of course i'm just listening to THEM].
I have at times, maybe much of the time, found any and all words that attempt to describe the awesome effect that truely spectacular ...[thingy-whatsits]...can have on one's mental-emotional-arousal state sensationally unsuccessful and unsatisfying. Perhaps there should be no word!...maybe just an open mouth and a sigh, or occasionally even breathlessness accompanied by a numbed-mind embracing the awesome silence of the heart.....POUNDING!!
....it's ok....i think i'm all right now...i do tend to get worked up about these things...or maybe it was the fact that while walking at lunch i passed JORDAN [or someone who looked just like her] on the street!! [I work on the most famous medical street in London...where many of the plastic surgeons have their offices].....oh well....[the sound of the silent mind].............!!