Men losing interest in breasts

EXPOSURE to too many breasts is causing men to become bored and jaded with knockers, it has emerged. 

Recent events like finding porn that does not require verification, the many tabloid stories about Rhian Sugden’s breast reduction and the ongoing obsession with Sydney Sweeney’s breasts are making men lose interest entirely.

Wayne Hayes said: “I must have liked them before, I’ve got thousands of pictures of them on my computer. But now I just see two mounds of fatty tissue on the front of a woman’s body.

“I think all the breasts recently have killed the magic. Suddenly they’re just another vaguely rounded body part, like a kneecap.”

Professor Henry Brubaker of the Institute for Studies said: “It’s possible men will regain their interest in breasts, but the reports we’re getting are that they’re finding tits a bit samey. They are, if you think about it.

“This has grave repercussions for industries dependent on breasts. Obviously porn sites will be hit, and work may dry up entirely for background dancers in rap videos.

“I’d suggest a massive government campaign along the lines of ‘Men: Make sure to look at breasts’. It’s the only way we’ll get them to do it.”

Electrician Roy Hobbs said: ’It does have its benefits. I was driving to a job this morning and instead of checking out the ladies’ milkers I got some serious thinking done. I’ve invented a viable cold fusion reactor.”

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Working-class woman longs to be taken awkwardly by man with smooth middle-management hands

A WORKING-CLASS woman’s greatest fantasy is sex with a physically unimpressive man who works in middle-management, she has revealed.

Supermarket worker Donna Sheridan’s fantasy scenario involves being timidly ravished by a beta male who spends most of his time on spreadsheets and whose hands are soft and pudgy with no signs of physical labour.

Sheridan said: “In my fantasy I’m nipping out during my lunchbreak when I see him entering the boring insurance office where he works. There’s a spark of illicit desire and he hesitantly asks me if I would ‘like to try sexual intercourse’. 

“He leads me to an empty meeting room, with me getting more and more turned on as he explains the difficulties he’s been having scheduling holiday cover. Then he makes awkward, fumbling love to me, overpowering me with his coffee breath. It’s amazing.

“Basically I’ve had my fill of manual labourer types with six-packs and tanned skin from working outdoors. Don’t get me wrong, multiple shuddering orgasms from horny-handed sons of toil are fine, but sometimes I want a man to meticulously fold his clothes first.

“I want to be held by weak arms with no discernible muscles. I want to run my fingers along the ridges on his pasty ankles left by his socks. I want him to ineptly massage my breasts in perfectly circular motions, saying ‘First clockwise; now anti-clockwise’. 

“It’s all a bit kinky but we’ll all got our fantasies. Would I act on it? I don’t think I’d dare. Looks like I’m stuck with boring old sex with muscular men in their sexual prime. Still, I can dream.”