Fleming and Breasts

Guys, I managed to save this from the other site. So, credit goes to you guys who actually provided these gems from Fleming. Here's are the descriptions:



fine breasts

jutting swell of her breasts

felt her hard breasts pressing into him

tight and revealing across the firm, small breasts

feeling her hard breasts, each with its pointed stigma of desire

soft breasts pressed against him

just showed the swell of her breasts, which were as splendid as Bond had guessed

the impudent pride of the jutting breasts

the pointed hillocks of her breasts

Not talking about breasts at all, Fleming wrote:

Then the way was clear and the old European section of Istanbul glittered at the end of the broad half-mile of bridge with the slim minarets lancing up into the sky and the domes of the mosques, crouching at their feet, looking like big firm breasts.

having been loved in the proud breasts

glinted off their heaving breasts

not the beautiful firm breasts that now jutted towards him without concealment.

her fine breasts out-thrown and unashamed under the taut silk.

the proud breasts in the tight cups

and watched her breasts tauten

proud, rather coarse-nippled breasts

gazed down at the wonderful breasts, taut beneath their thin covering

Personally I thought there had to be more descriptions of "proud" breasts. It seemed there was barely an attractive woman without them in Fleming. ;)

This is why Groucho passed our "vetting" test. ;)

The other forum disintegrates in a "10 seconds and counting" stylee, and the one thing Groucho dives in to save above all and everything else.....

Some stuff about BREASTS.

colly wrote:

Personally I thought there had to be more descriptions of "proud" breasts. It seemed there was barely an attractive woman without them in Fleming. ;)

Agreed. That's the adjective I remembered the most in regards to breasts -- proud and firm. Always wondered what "proud" breasts looked like myself.

Lazenby. wrote:

The other forum disintegrates in a "10 seconds and counting" stylee, and the one thing Groucho dives in to save above all and everything else.....

Some stuff about BREASTS.

Hey, as Stephen Covey said, "put first things first". Kept them in a word file when it appeared back then.

Fleming understood that breasts are best.

If he'd signed up for a certain internet forum he would've been banned for upsetting the kidz.

CJB wrote:

Fleming understood that breasts are best.

If he'd signed up for a certain internet forum he would've been banned for upsetting the kidz.

B00biez are evil and "bitch" is verbotten.

Makes you wonder how any of the them are Bond fans at all. Utterly baffling.

Makeshift Python wrote:

CJB wrote:

Fleming understood that breasts are best.

If he'd signed up for a certain internet forum he would've been banned for upsetting the kidz.

B00biez are evil and "bitch" is verbotten.

Makes you wonder how any of the them are Bond fans at all. Utterly baffling.

That's what I've always wondered. They used to crack down on "dirty jokes" when the films (and to some extent, the books) were teeming with them. Bloody 'ell Bond practically asks Jill St. John what colour her pubes are. Fun for the whole family!

Been reading CR again. The next chapter should have Bond and Vesper shag, meaning more b00b13z appreciation.

And btw, fellow b00bi3z appreciator Jean-Luc Picard approves this thread, along with the Tits thread.




"F*** YES."

So Fleming was fascinated by breasts. A trait he likely shares with around 98.5 of heterosexual men.

I do wonder how all of you lads would respond to perpetually wandering eyes...

Salomé wrote:

I do wonder how all of you lads would respond to perpetually wandering eyes...

The women I favour are generally more interested in what's in my wallet than what's in my trousers.

ambler wrote:

Salomé wrote:

I do wonder how all of you lads would respond to perpetually wandering eyes...

The women I favour are generally more interested in what's in my wallet than what's in my trousers.

Not a bad way to go about things.

Lazenby. wrote:

This is why Groucho passed our "vetting" test. ;)

The other forum disintegrates in a "10 seconds and counting" stylee, and the one thing Groucho dives in to save above all and everything else.....

Some stuff about BREASTS.

Well done, Groucho. Well done...

The last film really didn't have too many jugs, come to think of it. Kurylenko's weren't anything to write home about. And for a mail-order bride, I'd be expecting more for my money. Arterton's tits only look big when she's photoshopped (see Fieldsman's avatar). Something common through out Hollywood, no doubt.

Bond better get his sh*t together.

Fantastic! Not only was Fleming a master of storytelling, but a master of tits as well. Then again, you know what they say.

My Celt heritage tells me I should give the tartan tart a sausage sandwich.

Sharky wrote:

My Celt heritage tells me I should give the tartan tart a sausage sandwich.

Wouldn't it be less discriminatory to give them all a go?

ambler wrote:

Sharky wrote:

My Celt heritage tells me I should give the tartan tart a sausage sandwich.

Wouldn't it be less discriminatory to give them all a go?

Favouring the Scottish lass would be favourable, because they're less likely to be screwed.

Affirmatits Action.

Sharky wrote:

Affirmatits Action.

They don't look very firm to me.

Et cetera.

ambler wrote:

Sharky wrote:

Affirmatits Action.

They don't look very firm to me.

Et cetera.

But the tits action could help her loose some weight. Less boring than treadmill.

The Shark's free fitness course. This time, the stretch marks are only internal.

Fairbairn-Sykes wrote:

Agreed. That's the adjective I remembered the most in regards to breasts -- proud and firm. Always wondered what "proud" breasts looked like myself.

I'd be happy to demonstrate.

ambler wrote:

The women I favour are generally more interested in what's in my wallet than what's in my trousers.

Well, have you seen the size of your wallet???? :affraid:

Ravenstone wrote:

Fairbairn-Sykes wrote:

Agreed. That's the adjective I remembered the most in regards to breasts -- proud and firm. Always wondered what "proud" breasts looked like myself.

I'd be happy to demonstrate.

Do you have FaceTime?

Ravenstone wrote:

ambler wrote:

The women I favour are generally more interested in what's in my wallet than what's in my trousers.

Well, have you seen the size of your wallet???? :affraid:

Not lately, no. Perhaps you could return it.

Ahh... yes, I remember this thread...

I'm nothing if I'm not obsessive.

Breast references in Casino Royale:

Her medium-length dress was of grey soie sauvage with a square-cut bodice, lasciviously tight across her fine breasts.

There was a thin necklace of diamonds at her throat and a diamond clip in the low vee which just exposed the jutting swell of her breasts.

He slipped his hands down to her swelling buttocks and gripped them fiercely, pressing the centres of their bodies together. Panting, she slipped her mouth away from his and they clung together while he rubbed his cheek against hers and felt her hard breasts pressing into him. Then he reached up and seized her hair and bent her head back until he could kiss her again.

Bond left the bed and came and stood close against her. He put his arms round her and put a hand over each breast. They filled his hands and the nipples were hard against his fingers. She put her hands over his and pressed them into her, but still she looked away from him out of the window.

Breast references in Live and Let Die:

All that Bond could see of her clothes was the bodice of a black satin evening dress, tight and revealing across the firm, small breasts.

She was naked except for a brief vee of black lace and a black sequin star in the centre of each breast and the thin black domino across her eyes.

Suddenly she plucked the sequin star off her right breast and threw it into the audience.

(This is worth the entire paragraph)

The sweat was shining all over her now. Her breasts and stomach glistened with it. She broke into great shuddering jerks. Her mouth opened and she screamed softly. Her hands snaked down to her sides and suddenly she had torn away the strip of lace. She threw it into the audience. There was nothing now but a single black G-string. The drums went into a hurricane of sexual rhythm. She screamed softly again and then, her arms stretched before her as a balance, she started to lower her body down to the floor and up again. faster and faster. Bond could hear the audience panting and grunting like pigs at the trough. He felt his own hands gripping the tablecloth. His mouth was dry.

She wore a long evening dress of heavy white matt silk whose classical line was broken by the deep folds which fell from her shoulders and revealed the upper half of her breasts.

She watched his eyes on her and nonchalantly drew her forearms together in her lap so that the valley between her breasts deepened.

He freed his right hand and put it between their bodies, feeling her hard breasts, each with its pointed stigma of desire.

He put his hand on her left breast and kissed her white throat. Then he kissed her mouth.

Bond felt Solitaire's soft breasts pressed against him.

"The sweat was shining all over her now. Her breasts and stomach glistened with it. She broke into great shuddering jerks. Her mouth opened and she screamed softly. Her hands snaked down to her sides and suddenly she had torn away the strip of lace. She threw it into the audience. There was nothing now but a single black G-string. The drums went into a hurricane of sexual rhythm. She screamed softly again and then, her arms stretched before her as a balance, she started to lower her body down to the floor and up again. faster and faster. Bond could hear the audience panting and grunting like pigs at the trough. He felt his own hands gripping the tablecloth. His mouth was dry."

My edition does not contain the bolded sentence. Edited for dainty American sensitivities, no doubt.