Bella Thorne Doesn’t Like Her Nipples

bella  thorne pokiesShe is young, dumb, and (not) broke, and for whatever reason, Bella Thorne doesn’t like her nipples.

I suppose I should freely admit that I had not idea who this gal was. On the one hand, I see her body and think “damn, look what I’ve been missing!” On the other hand… well, my johnson is in my other hand. On the other hand she is popular with a crowd that doesn’t run with old fogies like me.

bella thorne titsShe currently has 17.4 million followers on her Instagram account (link below). I figure each of her followers paypal’s $1 to her every day begging her to post photos like this one of her mind-numbing cleavage.

Not to rub it in (off?), but she also has 7 million twitter followers. Is that a lot? I mean, that sounds like a lot. She must be insanely popular. Is she gonna run for president in a couple of years?

I feel slightly pervy that I’m rapping on her, considering she’s only 20. I *am* pervy, so I guess I should say I feel incrementally pervy.

bella thorne nipplesI took a look at her filmography, and I definitely did not recognize a single thing on there. She has been active since 2003. Some of the titles sound kinda risque, so she deserves my perverted attention.

Also, as you’ve noticed by now, she likes to dress in a rather provocative manner.

Very important factoid here:
she has admitted that she’s bisexual. The fact that she bats for both teams only increases her desirability.

bella thorne crotchI can only hope to interject here with my fervent and fertile love of this yellow bikini photo. Yes, I tend to stare at those vacant eyes and thing I would love to bring some life to them. Yes, I lust after her boobies. But her crotch in this pic makes my heart hammer in my chest. Oh, how I would love to stroke that kitty.

She was doing the humpty-hump with Scott Disick. I’m not expert, but I think he was the Long John dating (married to?) Kourtney Kardashian awhile back. I mention this because he is 34, which is only like 70 years younger than yours truly, which proves I clearly have a chance.

bella thorne boobsRegarding the carpet-munching, she instagram’d herself lip-locking some blonde. This clearly has some impact on her ginormous instragram following.

The interwebz swear that Bella is 5’8″ tall and wears a 30A bra. That simply cannot be true. I have been studying those boobies for a few minutes now, and I’m really quite certain they are a solid B-cup. Errr, maybe C. There is some evidence online suggesting she had a boob job. It’s fine with me either way, but it would help explain the growth.

bella thorne cleavageFrankly, I intended to only post a few photos of Bella’s boobs, but it was kinda hard to stop. I kept going and going. There are plenty of racy pics of her, including the obligatory pokie nipple shots. Hey, that’s why you hit up the celeb pokie section right? Anyway, my self-discipline for not looking is sucky. So I have wasted an inordinate amount of time.

bella thorne cleavageBella clearly loves to show off and act out. The piercings and the slouching around half nude and documenting it online, yep she has an attention disorder. She swears she does weight lifting, circuit training, and kickboxing. There’s no mention of whether she likes to lift the big sausage, but I’m willing to be her personal trainer in that endeavor.

Her dad was Cuban, and her mom was Italian. I’m not sure where she gets that fair skin… but I’d like to mark it up.

Kaili Thorne cleavageI couldn’t help but sniff around her siblings. Wouldn’t it be interesting if she had a sister or two, and they were even hotter than she was? Welllll… BAM! She does! And they are!

Dani Thorne pokiesNot to put too fine of a point on it, but her sister Dani Thorne has better boobs than Bella. And her sister Kaili Thorne also has mongo mellons.

Listen, I may be a broke maniac living in a mobile home park and whacking my willie for a hobby, but I’m no dummy. If you have three Thorne sisters with nice boobies, I figured it probably means mamma Thorne has breastacles too. Ummmm, guess what. She does! Yummy! Continue reading Bella Thorne Doesn’t Like Her Nipples →

Braless Misadventures

One of our readers named Michaela submitted this braless story. I hope you enjoy it!
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Four months of saving every penny, working extra shifts, and running on no sleep, it all led up to this night. To this silky and skin-tight dress with a plunging neckline threatening to expose her to the world.

Michaela was ready to make a name for herself. It was the biggest night in the marketing world, a ceremony of the Boston’s most elite, and she had somehow won herself the role of her company’s representative.

For 6 years she had played hardball with the boys, clawing her way up the ladder, and tonight in that dress she was going to show them who she really was. Dateless maybe, but there are always sacrifices on the road to greatness.

The dress fit like a glove, hugging the curves of her body with fiery red silk. She had to go braless, which made her feel liberated, and as she stepped down from the limo and out into the blustery November night, her confidence was at its peak. She was a man-eater, taking no prisoner as she strolled along the entrance way. This was her night, or at least she thought until she felt a hand on the small of her back.

Jumping a bit she whipped her head around to see the arrogant smirk that belonged to Boston’s most eligible bachelor himself, Ian Garcia. She gasped slightly when his eyes, emerald green like she has never seen before, locked hers. He was perfect, from his chiseled jawline to his Ferragamo shoes. “Hey Mick,” he said just above a whisper. She felt the hair on her arms stand up as the warmth of his breathe cascaded down the nape of her neck. This was exactly what wasn’t supposed to happen tonight. Michaela had avoided this moment for 7 years, since the last night of grad school and the last time she heard his voice. Damn, that voice. “Ian, how are you,” she asked, trying to sound unattached. Play it cool girl, she urged herself, don’t let him see you squirm. “Me? I’m good, but that’s mostly because I’m looking at one of my favorite parts of you” he replied with a snicker, nudging his eyes towards her chest. The combination of wind and movement had pushed the edge of the deep plunge over, exposing the bud of her nipple for anyone to see. No, no, no she thought as she frantically adjusted the dress. Michaela’s face flushed to the color of her dress, and her mind was racing with plans for a quick escape from this mortifying situation. “Don’t be embarrassed” his hand inching a bit lower down her back, “you look sexy as all hell.”

Ian was a drug she had broken the habit from a million times. In Highschool, with his letterman jacket sneaking through her bedroom window, to college nights bent over the bathroom sink at their favorite dive bar. It was never a relationship, there were never dates or meeting the family, but there were nights of mind-blowing passion, lips sucking skin in a post-study drunken haze. Every detail was washing over Michaela, sending blood racing down to parts of her she planned to keep far away from him. No matter how many times she had tried to get away, she always ran back to him like a needle to a vein. Until 7 years ago, a night just like this one, when she told him she wanted more. He didn’t call her again. Years of learning every single inch of each other’s bodies, and then nothing.

“Thanks for the heads up, it was nice to see you, but I have to get inside.” She regretted her word choice immediately.

“Ya Mick, me too.” His lips were inches from her ear and she couldn’t fight the shiver that shot down her spine.

“This isn’t happening” the words barely making it out of her mouth before gasping for air.

“I think you forget where this thing ended. You ghosted me, darling, you don’t get to go inside anything but that building right there to find your own seat, far away from me.” She had turned around and started towards the door before he had the chance to respond.

The night was just as spectacular as she imagined. Over the top décor, rich executives throwing their money around like confetti, and men lining up to network with Michaela. She felt like a queen as she plowed through the line, with welcoming hellos and business cards flying from every direction. The dress combined with her impressive resume and confident demeanor was winning the night entirely. When she was finally able to break away for a moment, she sat down and threw back her entire glass of Pino Grigio, and immediately Continue reading Braless Misadventures →