It’s been awhile since I posted about crossfit boobs. What the hell is wrong with me? Wait, don’t answer that.
I guess I got distracted and fell down on my duty. I might fall down on my face if I stare too long and these blazing pokies.
I know, I get it – you do not have to write me and point out these women are wearing bras. And this is bralessblog. And hence I’m violating the oath of office. It ain’t like that.
It’s a sportsbra. And besides, I can see nipples, so shut up.
Some of these ladies might be on PEDs. In extreme cases, they look like men except with pretty faces and boobs and tasty crotches. That worries me a little, but I feel like I could get over my fears with a little horizontal practice.
Because of the masculinity associated with getting their cross fit groove on – the heaving of heaving things, the sweating and grunting – crossfit ladies do tend to put a bunch of focus on their boobs. Some of them get implants. Some of them just wear sportsbras that show off their pokies. And godblessem, some do both.
I tried to work out at a crossfit place once, but they kicked me out for violating their rules on “groping” *eyeroll* whatever that means. I guess I am relagated to just creeping around the internet and staring at their boobies on the screen.
While I was at it, because I’m so awesome, I updated the braless brides post with a few more pictures. Thinking about marrying one of these sweaty crossfitters got me in the mood.
Much like the massive hooters lady from a few weeks ago, this lady seems to be happy and having fun doing her braless dance.
She seems to be a little shy and embarrassed by the amount of jiggle she has going on. That could be fake. Maybe she is secretly proud that she has huge hooters, and she loves the attention she gets for them. After all, she is filming herself shaking them all over the place and then posting it to the internet. But it could be both that and the fact that she’s a bit of an introvert. In exhibiting her busoms, it makes her a little uncomfortable and takes her out of her safe space.
I’d like to take her out of her safe space and put her in my danger zone. That’s the area where folks might get a little dirty, might get something on ’em.