Hard, oh so hard to control yourself when you are faced with an Alice Wonder dilemma. Do I grab her hiney? Do I ogle her boobs? Do I gape longingly at her beautiful face? Orrrr, maybe I just rut like a deer in heat. Yeah, that’s probably the best choice.
Who knew an orange 1-piece swimsuit could be so sexy. Alice rocks it right with her big perky bazongas and her pokies. That thin material is just grrreat! as Tony the Tiger likes to put it. I cannot help but mention her pudenda. If you don’t know what it is, you can go look it up. It’s word day here on BralessBlog, and once you’ve finished looking at all the hot braless babes, you’ll be all the smarter for it. I can’t say for sure what is up with the cat tattoo. Now, we can always follow the advice of the great Doctor Vadge:
Cat tattoos, when located anywhere near a female’s lower extremities, are an erotic and sometimes comedic reference to the slang for the female reproductive region – pussy.
However, this particular cat tattoo is sort of unique. I get the feeling it’s from some French cartoon, but I just can’t put my finger on it. That shot of Alice’s butt, by the way, I can put my finger on. Wow, how totally free of dimples and zits and cottage cheese. Such a healthy grabbable tush. I know we usually stick to boobs, but certainly this is a prime example of our willingness to expand our horizons.
You know what we don’t get enough of around here? No, it’s not oxygen – we hardly ever forget to breathe. Braless Asians, that’s what. We sort of referenced an Asian gal back in May of last year, but it just ain’t enough. I believe the chick in this photo will certainly suffice. She has unbuttoned her shirt and lo and behold, she has forgotten her dastardly panties. The word dastardly makes me think of pirates. Since I’m already thinking of pirates and looking at her sitting on these steps, I gotta think Step Pirate. Which is when a young kid runs around under the bleachers trying to look up somebody’s skirt or shorts. Not that I would have ever done such a thing as a young perv.
This Tuscan beauty has some very prominent areolae. That’s the plural form of areola, or nipple, for those of you who are simpletons. She looks like she would make a great 1st grade teacher. Show up to a parent-teacher conference wearing something like that, and it’s goin down dawg.
For sure I could disappear for days in cleavage like this. It’s akin to magic. Take any normal guy in the world, expose him to a view like this, and he completely turns to mush. If I’m trying to sell a car, strike a deal in the Senate, or convince my dad to let me borrow his keys, there is a powerful lesson in this, so take heed.
Son, that is my beloved Porsche, why would you think – aw gawd, what in the world is that? Did you see that? Here take my keys, I need to disappear upstairs for a few minutes.
Despite her advancing age, Halle Berry continues to set a new standard for bralessness. I think these shots are from her outing on Jay Leno. How my man Leno could even function with Halle’s perky natties sloshing around right there in front of him is beyond me. Her legs aren’t exactly shameful either. It would be pretty much an honor to go down between her thighs and look up and see her cute little pixed O-face looking down at you between those C or maybe D cups. These photos were like 4,000 pixels high, definitely large enough that you voracious bozos would’ve blown my server up like piranhas picking a zebra carcass clean. So I shrunk them down, but I’m still wide-eyed and miserable just looking at that yummy cleavage.
These may have been my favorite shots of Halle so far.
Halle Berry Sags
There is that one movie where she went topless, and that other movie where she got nakkie with Billy Bob Thorton of all people, but the tease is always better than the reveal. At least until she jumps my bones on the couch while the 11:30 news is on and I get a headache from spooging so hard. Is that what’s on the lampshade? Yuck, that will probably never come out.
A little repeat (or should I say update) action from this little paragraph about Heidi Klum sure won’t hurt anybody. Fabulous body, fabulous outfit. I think she is like 50 years old, but no matter that chest is magnificent.
This chicka must be latina, or rican, or south american, or something hot and sizzily. I had to edit the 2nd photo because there was a little glimpse of uh a rare species of south american beaver. If you want the unedited version just email me some kind of obnoxious request and I’ll be happy to send it to you.
It’s been too dang long since we waxed eloquently on a braless milf. They bring something special to the table don’t they? For that matter, Heidi Klum qualifies too, and she brings a rockin body and a giant checkbook to the table. Now we can all agree this anonymous lady isn’t as hot as Ms. Klum, but she has some pretty serious satin top pokies going on. And the obligatory glass of wine. Something happens when women age, and they trade their bottle of beer in for a glass of wine. They also dry out a little, but that’s ok. Once upon a time, that mean you needed a tube of KY on the nightstand, but these days spitting on it is in vogue. Free and unlimited lube.
When it boils right down to it, boobs are great. They come in all kinds of shapes and sizes. Most of the time, they aren’t prefect. You won’t catch me complaining. They are fun, no matter what. One way to make them better, is to make them braless. I can’t really think of a pair of ta-ta’s that don’t look better sans bra.
This is a nice, soft, baby blue button up shirt made of think material. The hint of a tattoo you see on this gal’s boob does nothing for me. I’m just not a tattoo man. But still, I can appreciate the rest of it.
This is a very Christmasy sweater. Puts me in a jolly elf of a mood, even though it’s mostly summer time and I’m sweltering because the AC in my mobile home broke and just opening my refrigerator door doesn’t seem to be cooling it off in here. This girl seems to have a tiny waist and a huge rack, which is a recipe for disaster if she ever gets around me. She should rid herself of the black nail polish though, not my thing.
Although I collected this last photo from a different visitor, the lady’s hands and fingernails make me suspect it’s the same as the above. Not that I’m looking at her fingernails or anything, not with a set of nipples like that on display! She has just enough cleavage and freckles to make me moan and slobber.
I haven’t posted anything about Emmanuelle Chriqui since 2007, which is absolutely unforgivable. This little gal must be Armenian, cause she has the dark eyebrows that suggest a crazy wookie bush if left untrimmed. Not that she would do that, my girl has a little landing strip just as sure as my name is Zeus. She is still looking very young and chipper. And she’s wearing some kind of shiny-ass wrap that emphasizes her curves. Very flat stomach, very cute cheek dimples, very big bust.
You can kind of see some pokies, but we already knew she was braless. Why on earth would you even bother to go to a red carpet event in Hollywood wearing a bra if your name was Emmanuelle? She has brown eyes, and I wash they were blue. Also, her arms are just a tad flabby. But c’mon, ya’ll know I’m just being picky. In reality, I would worship the ground she walked on if she would just give me a little biscuit of attention.
Incidentally, I don’t know who the old hag is she’s standing there with in the one pic. I don’t mean to ruin it for you, but hey maybe she isn’t wearing a bra either in which case even at her advanced age, we just can’t bear to keep her outta here.