Yeah, it’s November, and I feel blah. Not sure why, maybe it’s less sunlight and not enough Vitamin D. Or just never getting laid.

One sure pick-me-up: breastacles.

Yep, numerous health benefits, including lowering my blood pressure and pepping me right up. I’ve tried to hit a few different topics lately, with some celeb stuff and some serious video action. But allow me to pick through my (alarmingly large) collection of hottie photos and describe in detail just what they are doing to me.

Sometimes it’s hard not to stare. Like when you climb into a girl’s car, and she’s busty, and she has on a white top with no bra, and her seatbelt is carving her boobies up and making her nips poke out. My advice to you: just think about baseball. Certainly you should *not* think about her boobs bouncing around every time she hits a pothole. Or you’re gonna end up with a woodrow in your britches.

I don’t know what’s more erotic here, that bathingsuit full of boobies, or the way those hips and that crotch are popping out and grabbing my eyeballs. If we sit here and wait long enough, entropy will drag that zipper down tooth by tooth until her melons are approaching the very zenith of exposure. We might all be dead by then, but dang we can hope. The way those girls are all squashed in there, I’m kinda daydreaming that they are natural, but I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.

We should probably insist that a new movie come out this year around Christmas. Screw the next Star Wars installment, this one would be Closet Pokies. It would be a documentary style flic that follows gals around showing off their busts in absurdly packed closets. It would be a little like a cross between MTV Cribs and Wives of Orange County. This nipplish young lady is getting a head start – getting some practice in before casting starts. She has some little brown raisins under there that I would love to snack on.

Another piece of advice for you, bro. Stop screwing around, wasting your money and tainting your liver in bars. The *new* place to pick up chicks is in the greeting card aisle. See this chick? Yep, she’s picking out a card for her dad. She has daddy issues, and you very much need to help her with them. It’s possible she has a bra on, which is antithetical to the bralessblog way. I can kinda see something through that v-neck shirt. But who cares, those nipples are just tantalizing. I think she may have a small bottle of mouthwash in her other hand. All the more reason to plant one on her lips, my friend.

You may remember that last November we covered a topic that is quite rare in the bralessworld: elephants. Yeah, I suspect that isn’t something that’s gonna come up on a routine basis! If I got back to November of 2014, I see we have a thoroughly enjoyable video in the wayback machine. God bless and keep slowmo.

For my next installment of “Perverted Braless Fantasies Daily”, we’ll cover tight dress pokies.

Boobies are fun no matter what, but there is definitely a special place in heaven for a girl in a tight dress who is showing off her pokies. You can find this quite often with celebrities, since they walk the red carpet events all the time. But the more rare delicacy is the amateur.

Ahhhh, yes: the girl next door. Or in some cases, the milf next door.

Women are generally self-conscious and self-aware. It would be rare for a woman not to be exquisitely aware of the exact state of her boobs. Are they showing? Is my dress gapped open? Are my nipples poking out?

So if a gal wiggled into a tight dress and did not wear a bra, it was intentional. If she is showing some pokies, she knows about it and it’s probably intentional.

A few years ago, I went to the prom with this hot chick. Okay, it was actually like fifty years ago, and she was actually just sort of mediocre looking. But still, she had nice tits, and she was wearing this foil-looking dress that was incredibly tight and outlined every single ridge and dimple on her nipples. When I went to her house to pick her up and saw her in that dress, I almost shot a wad in my sock.

I couldn’t believe her dad would let her out of the house like that. Of course, he was drunk and passed out underneath a weed-infested rusty jeep in the back yard, but seriously bad parenting.

I never did get to motorboat those things, but I most certainly did stare at them a bunch. If my eyes had lasers in them, her cleavage would’ve been burned beyond all recognition.

Looking back at previous posits, I guess it’s semi-obvious that I have a thing for dresses. Look, I ain’t gonna be defensive about it, this stuff is hot!

Purple Wedding Dress Pokies
Braless Devil in a Blue Dress
Wedding Dress Nips
Sundress Boobies

Update:

I just can’t stop looking at this picture. On the left, we have a damn gorgeous babe in a ritzy little tight white dress who is doing her best to show off her perky boobs and her pokies by shopping with her friend while braless. Granted, blondie has a bad case of resting bitch face, but yo nobody is perfect. Then on the right, we have this chick who is melting my mind. I don’t know what kind of top that is, but it should be a new category here at bralessblog and she should win some kind of (sloppy) trophy. She has no hint of a bra, and I’m sure her boobs were swinging all of the place as she was walking. They are just droopy enough to make me think they are natural, and that makes me whistle and fart and wish it was my birthday.

I admit that I have quite a fetish for dressing room pokies. Well, all things dressing room really. No act is quite so feminine as combining shopping with undressing and checking yourself out in the mirror.

Really, what’s not to like about this? Why doesn’t everybody get horned up about this topic? How can I possibly be alone? Okay, raise you hand: now that you’re thinking about it, this is super hot, am I right?

I remember in college, I had a girlfriend who would occasionally drag me shopping. One time we went during the summer time, and it was hotter than Hades. She had a little thin t-shirt on, and a short denim skirt. We were in some clothing store, and I was sitting semi-patiently in a lounge chair in the middle of the store kinda checking out some of the other chicks while my girlfriend was in the dressing room.

She came back periodically, asked me if I liked this or liked that, I really wasn’t paying much attention. So she went to the counter and checked out and when she came over to where I was sitting, she had a twinkle in her eye.

She said she thought I was amazingly patient, and it really turned her on to think I was sitting out there doting on her and paying attention to her. She also said she had been disrobing in the dressing room and fantasizing about me.

I really wish I could say I pulled a caveman and dragged her into the dressing room and had my way with her. Alas, that would be lying and you’re tired of my story anyway.

It isn’t that hard to find dressing room selfies, but you have to be a damn ninja to find pokies. I think if you look closely, you will find one of the photos I’m posting where a girl has pokies showing through her bra. Hotdamn, that’s hard to do. You basically have to have diamondcutternips, like that gal Jennifer Aniston. We may also have a little milf action and some nipple jewelry.

Whew, I’m exhausted. It took all my meager resources to go find these pics. You should feel sorry for me?

Although it’s not a huge photo, I like this one of a hot mamma trying on a black cocktail dress. She is loaded for bear with those big mogambos, and I’d love to know what else she tried on.

Now this is just getting cruel. This little blondie squeezed her way into this super-tight white shirt, and then for extra measure she pulled it down at the front to really show off her nipples. That smirk on her face says “sucker, if I buy this shirt and you see me wearing it at the gas station, you will be forced to stare like the pervert you are.”

Update:

Back by popular demand, here are a bunch more pokie ladies changing!

It is time to cover something that we have never covered before here on BralessBlog. And yes, I understand the irony of phrasing it this way considering we have the duty of “covering” breasts covered by a tiny bit of clothing but not covered by bras.

That topic would be nipple jewelry, aka piercings. And more precisely: nipple jewelry pokies.

Yes, these would be a tiny subset of pokies visible to the naked eye with piercings evident.

I realize I’m an old curmudgeon, and grumpy, and smell a little like pee, but disregard all that. I just don’t like pierced nipples. Shitfire, I honestly don’t like anything pierced. All that crapola gets in the way. Instead of ranting and raving about piercings in general, I’ll try to confine it to just nips.

I like nipples. A whole lot. I like ’em big and small. I like the silver dollars and the hershey kisses. I like ’em pink and brown and every shade inbetween. But stick a damn bar through them, and it throws me off. Now don’t get me wrong, a piercing doesn’t automatically make my willy go limp. It just does nothing for me, and can distract me.

I guess piercings tend to make and keep nipples hard. This is total speculation, I have no idea if this is true or not. Along those lines, I guess a nipple aggravated by nipple jewelry might be erect more often, and therefore visible more often, in the way of braless pokies. But still, it’s like cheating, and I don’t like it.

I’m pretty much just including coverage of this topic on the vaunted blog because I’ve been repeatedly asked to show some photos. You know, but all the fans. The guys, and gals, who are typing me long messages with one hand while the other hand is ahhh, ummm, massaging their sore muscle.

I don’t think Alyssa has nipple jewelry, but if you enjoy witty banter you will probably want to read this
http://www.bralessblog.com/2012/07/13/alyssa-milano-shops-for-a-bra.html

And if you don’t enjoy witty banter, but kinda have a thing for 70’s nightclub colors and would consider wearing an orange-ish swatch cut from a dirty rug, you can go here
http://www.bralessblog.com/2011/05/28/jennifer-love-hewitt-a-nutcase.html