Don’t get me wrong: When it comes to dating I think personality absolutely matters; but when I was younger, I dated some incompatible and contrary women all because they had big boobs.

It’s not that I was trying to be shallow, but to this day, nothing gets me more revved-up than a babe with a pendulous natural rack.

No offense to the gals out there with enhancements — the bigger the better, and the more power to you ladies! But in my opinion, you can’t beat the softness and slope of the real deal. Large, natural, milky tits with big nipples (with areolas the size of silver dollars) have been my “thing” since I can remember. I can never get enough!

I have stacks of big-tit magazines and a few flash drives full of movies that I’ve collected over the years. I know I can’t be the only guy out there who would die a happy man in a soft and fleshy “motor boating” accident!

When I finally wised up and decided that I wanted more than just porn fantasies and occasional busty flings in my life, I worried that maybe I would never find the “total package” — i.e., magnificent mammaries attached to a babe with a magnificent (and compatible) personality. My mid-thirties were creeping up, and dating was not as fun as it used to be.

Lucky for me, though, last year I met Delia — she’s a friend of an old coworker’s wife. She bowled me over right away — and no, not just in “that” way — I mean, with her sense of humor. Delia never seems to stop laughing or smiling. She’s warm and vivacious in a way that puts most people at ease very quickly, which is a good thing because when we were introduced, I almost lost my nerve.

You see, she’s totally out of my league. I’m a slim-built shorter guy who started balding in my late twenties. But my Delia is a 5’2” stunner with glossy shoulder-length chocolate brown hair, blue eyes, and an incredible hourglass shape that includes some nice thick thighs and a bountiful ass. However, as for her “large front porch,” we joke now that because she sometimes goes by “Dee Dee,” it would be perfect to say she’s a DD-cup; but Delia’s amazing boobs are actually closer to like an E or maybe even an F-cup!

I have no idea how my sweet Delia even walks upright, much less avoids back pain; but it’s not my place to question what are either the laws of physics or a divine miracle. Of course, the real miracle here is that a babe like her actually went for a dork like me — and we mesh “tit for tat”!

Plus, since Delia’s also a huge sports fan, our first official date was not some high-pressure situation, but a chill night out to watch the football game and eat some wings at a local watering hole. She wore this dark purple scoop-neck sweater that made the most of her curves. I’ve never gotten hard while eating, and not many things can distract me from football — until I sat across from Delia.

Now, here’s the best part: At some point when our guys got the touchdown, everyone was yelling and cheering, and Delia, who had been eating a wing, accidentally got some barbecue sauce RIGHT THERE, smack-dab in the middle of her epic cleavage. The little chicken bone bounced off her tits and rolled back onto the plate, leaving a trail of sweet honey BBQ. She looked up at me, saw me staring, and broke into laughter.

“That’s some touchdown you had there!” I handed her some napkins.

“At least I didn’t get any on my sweater!” Delia smiled and neatly dabbed the corners of her mouth, which then transformed into a mischievous smile. “I should really go to the bathroom to scrub off this sauce properly.”

“Oh sure, no problem. It’s just over there.”

Delia smiled at me again and leaned closer so she was whispering in my ear: “And I think you should follow me.”

Not even ninety seconds later, we were making out passionately in the single-occupancy lady’s room. Delia stroked my cock through my jeans and kissed the sides of my ears. “Go on, Jason. I know what you want to do.”

Did she ever! I kissed my way down her neck and then dove in to that sumptuous décolleté with my tongue. I licked every last trace of sauce away and cupped her gigantic breasts.

“Goddamn, you’re so gorgeous. Can I please see them?”

Delia giggled. “I suppose you can have a little peek.” She hopped up on the vanity counter and lifted off her sweater, revealing a lacy black bra that was stuffed to the max. She kissed me again and said, “It makes me so wet when you pay attention to them.”

I thought my dick was going to rocket off and go through the wall. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said, “I’m going to give them all the devotion that they deserve.” I peeled off her shoulder straps and unhooked the massive clasp in the back, liberating those bountiful breasts from their confines.

As her breasts were way more than a mouthful, I strained to open as wide as possible and fill up on her sumptuous flesh. Delia’s nipples are so circular and generously sized, they remind me of beautiful pink peonies.

“Mmm, Jason,” Delia moaned, “don’t stop.”

I slid my hand up her skirt and found her soaking pussy. She squirmed and moaned louder as I began stroking her clit while I sucked on her nipples.

“Oh, my God, I want you so bad,” I groaned and nuzzled into that soft cavern between her incredible twin peaks.

“Mmm, then let’s not wait.” Delia sat up and grabbed my belt buckle. “Let me taste your cock first.”

We positioned ourselves so she could give me a blowjob and titty-fuck all in one. She took me to the very brink and then guided my slick member into her waiting, wet cunt.

As we enjoyed our tryst on the bathroom counter, the view of her breasts bouncing and bobbling all over the place took me to heaven. However, it was ultimately the look of ecstasy on Delia’s face when she was cumming that sent me over the edge. From then on, all I’ve wanted to do is please her, and I’m happy to say that we’ve been together ever since!

The only other thing that drives me wilder than worshiping a pair of big beautiful boobs is the opportunity to lick delicious things off of them. As such, the “spill” on our first date was serendipitous.

I don’t know if I would call my proclivity an “eating fetish” exactly, but I blame my old college girlfriend and a leftover can of whipped cream for starting me down that garden path, which has definitely gotten more intriguing over the years. Until I met Delia, though, I never thought I would find someone who understood, much less shared the arousal. But with her, there’s never been any doubt.

On our fourth date, we did a cookout at her place, and afterwards Delia decided to surprise me with dessert. Wearing nothing but a half-apron, she sauntered into the living room with a single ice-cream cone stacked high with homemade strawberry ice cream. Watching her make the ice cream melt and pool all over her boobs almost made me cum in my pants.

My jaw hit the floor: “Oh, my God — get over here!”

Delia laughed and licked the ice-cream cone. “I hope you saved room — ” And then she cutely squealed: “Ooh! This is getting cold!”

I quickly polished her nipples clean, but Delia insisted I hold off so she could give me a nice, sticky titty fuck — which eventually turned into a soapy one in the bubble bath.

These days, my life is perfect: toast with butter? No, thanks, I’ll take tits with butter! Delia is a gourmand in the kitchen, so I have gotten to sample and savor all different kinds of luxurious European butter. In fact, we love to do a lazy Sunday morning “breastfast” in bed.

Delia makes me watch (no touching!) as she smears softened butter and fresh jam all around her nipples — or sometimes Nutella. And then she mounts my stiff cock and we fuck while I try to lick everything off before I cum. I always end up with a sticky chin and face, but it’s all good!

And don’t think for a minute that our fun is ever one-sided. Delia loves to eat things off my dick, too, and once she gets it nice and slick with her saliva, she wraps her giant jugs around my piston and pumps me until she gets a second helping.

This brings me to our latest adventure, which happened back on New Year’s Eve. Instead of going out and dealing with crowds, we stayed in, fixed a nice meal, and popped open a bottle of champagne.

“Wait!” Delia said as I went to pour. “I almost forgot something.”

She hurried into the kitchen and returned with two extra champagne glasses. Delia smiled at me and held them up enticingly. “What do you think?”

I kissed her. “Of course those beautiful breasts need a little champagne, too.”

“Only a little, now,” Delia said, winking.

After we toasted to the New Year and had a nice, long kiss, Delia shimmied out of her sexy strapless dress. She eased her breasts into the waiting glasses, careful not to overflow the bubbly, but some things just can’t be helped!

“Cheers, love.” Delia giggled and sat up, showing me the fine trail of pearly bubbles dribbling down her nipples.

I licked my lips and dove in mouth-first.

We stayed in front of the fireplace making love, and when I ran out of champagne to pour on her tits, I had another nightcap tasting her sweet pussy. But Delia still wanted more, so she got on all fours and made me fuck her doggy-style — which I did while holding fast to her swaying boobs.

Delia looked back at me: “Just make sure I get to swallow that load.”

I slipped one of may hands down to tease her clit as we kept on fucking. “Anything for you, baby.” I kissed her neck and savored every sensation; truly every day and night with Delia is a treat.