There are a few other bloggers that are doing these Guilty Pleasure posts as well. It all started with C.J. Duggan and if you want a bunch of smiles, circle back to her site and see the comments to read other pleasures. Love to have you join the fun.
I'm very excited to welcome Author Leslie Lee Sanders to my Wednesday's Guilty Pleasure. I love her little shameless blameless fun. *giggles* I have to admit, I'm pretty guilty of it myself.
Admit it. We're all guilty of exposing cleavage.
Anyone with boobs, some men included, are guilty of exposing a little boobie crack once in a while. Since the act of exposing cleavage requires a person to have two separate mounds of fat that can easily be cradled in the palms of one's hands, (preferably on the chest) some boobs don't qualify. Sorry, tweens. Pre-boobs don't count.
I'm Leslie Lee Sanders and my guilty pleasure is exposing a little cleavage.
It's a known fact that women like to talk and men like to, um, sex. (Don't ask for the source of that information.) When dating, each tries to please the other. Men flirt with words and women flirt with boobies, even if we don't intend to share our mounds so soon.
The pleasure of showing off some cleavage comes from the attention I receive from it. The guilt comes from the pesky voice in my head repeatedly telling me that I'm whoring myself out. With every suggestive grin or wolf whistle I get, I swear I hear, "You whore. You dirty little whore," in my head. (Although I'm American, the voice has an English accent for some reason.)
What girl doesn't love attention? Since we were tweens, strapping the piece of fabric that they call a training bra across our chests, we couldn't wait to join the crowd of developing girls who died to have a boy run by and snap their bra straps (a mischievous little game boys used to play). Yes, it stung like hell but it meant the boys knew we had boobies and that's all that mattered.
Such a whore. I hear it now.
To justify my actions I'll explain… it's a survival mechanism really. Back in the Stone Age, the woman's job was to—okay, I was about to feed you a load of crap. We wear our low cut shirts and pretend to be offended when men stare at us like pieces of meat, but we really like the ogling otherwise we wouldn't wear the low cut shirts. No, scientific explanation needed.
Admit it. You like the attention you get from exposing yourself, don't ya?
Leslie Lee Sanders' sexy new book was just released August 12th by Breathless Press.
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