This lady had to make an adjustment. I can’t really stand to watch baseball on TV. It’s boring, American pastime or not. Plus, the guys are all out there yanking and pulling on their johnsons. I realize it may itch, or be in a bad position, or whatever, but seriously you don’t have to be digging in your crotch constantly – have a little self-discipline. It’s exceedingly rare however to see a lady working a boob around. Maybe she had technical difficulties, maybe she had a nip that was getting a little friendly and peeking over the edge, or maybe she had her wallet tucked in there and it shifted too far to easily be reached.

To the delight of her groupies at the party, this young lady has carefully removed her bra. What will she do with it? Nobody wants to carry a purse to a party, and she is probably wearing jeans that are too tight to allow her to stuff it in her pocket. If she carefully places it on the corner of the coffee table, one of her drunken fratboys is sure to whip out his iphone and snap a photo of it, likely with the size tag exposed. They may later tack it up in the frathouse bathroom with a caption that reads: Laura is a 34C, call 555-1212 for verification.

Lose the skullie. That’s what I say. The black leather jacket I can live with, especially if you’re naked underneath. And certainly if that zipper has roughed up your nipples and made them adopt a 4-hr erection period much like a viagra experiment gone awry.

You know, I scour the internet and even the badlands of the world for you folks trying to find braless material for you to enjoy. The least you can do is take naked pictures of your wives, girlfriends, or yourselves (if you are female or at least look like it), and send them to me. Is this really too much to ask? Tit for tat, a symbiotic yet perverted relationship?

First off, we have this pretty little amateur model with the stunning eyes. The greenish color of those eyes sort of clashes with the gray of her t-shirt, but woops we can go no further once we get a load of those pokies. Style, beauty, artistry, color, it all goes out the window once we realize she is hot, braless, and making quite a nipplistic impression on her shirt.

Sticking with the braless-in-the-gray-t-shirt theme, we have this little blondie, who is smiling in such a way as to convey the thought: put the camera down bozo and ravage me like you are Fabio on a viagra high. Or, possibly: the castle is over there, why am I standing over here with my hand in my pants and my nips poking Northward instead of going with the other tourists?

Biker girls are good, right? In this case, we have an average gal, with kind of bad teeth, and an average face, with some solid 3-star c-cups who becomes an internet star because she likes to wear red spandex zip-up’s with no bra. Grrrreat.

And then, for a little fun, we have Jewel. I know her, you may not, but that’s only because I’m assuming you aren’t as perverted as me and you sleep at night and have a job and don’t pour through the internet 24 hours a day. You may be able to click though enough to find the link to her website, or then again maybe not. There are many mysteries in life, no?

Sit back and relax and try to use both hands as we continue on our magic journey through braless amateur land.

I want to start things off with this cowgirl. She has no stetson and no chaps on, but I gotta call her out as a ropin ridin mess when I see the rope and the white shirt and the pokies. I cannot help but hiccup and spasm and choke on my Boone’s Farm just a tiny bit when I notice she has her jeans unbottoned and appears to be ready for me to strip her clothes off and get busy with her dusty, sweaty body.

This gal is just on the very brink of being a milf. She is a tad too youthful looking to be 40, but it’s clear that she’s copulated in a few backseats, and wouldn’t mind watching Hee-Haw with me and my plastic Taco Bell cup full of Boone’s Farm. Those girls she is packing are big enough to be classified as dangerous should they begin swinging around. And if she goes out to the grocery store like that, the pimply faced cashier boy is going to throw down right in his trousers. I call the pic “big hair” because she reminds me of the big hair girls of the 80’s and 90’s (hey, nothing wrong with that).

And we’ll wrap this one up with two gorgeous car babes. Just ignore the wrinkly pouches in front of their stomachs. They answered an ad in the paper about doing some modeling, the dude said here wear this red dragon slayer getup, and they poofed up their hair and went with the flow. The cleavage is the important part. If these girls will pose on that hideous car, there is no telling what they would do if I borrowed my uncle’s Lincoln, which is currently parked under a tree where for some reason owls like to roost and dump all over this cream-colored paint. I bet they would tell me, wow your windshield is dirty. But after they told me that, they would coo and wowza and squish their buns around in the royal blue leather seats.

Ahh, the old pendant between the boobies trick. This gal is clearly well versed in the tricks of the trade. She’s read the book on how to catch a man in her honeytrap. Or maybe she wrote it. Unbotton your shirt a bit. Make sure your camisole is kinda loose. Big boobies help, but are not a requirement. Dangle a shiny object between the breasts, and much like a kid or a raccoon, men cannot help but be drawn in like a magnet. They may clink their teeth on the diamond and suffer expensive damage that requires the attention of a dental professional, but if you’re choosing your man right, they have plenty of money and that’s just the start of the big sucking sound out of the wallet.

She looks a little zany, but the pinpricks of her pupils show it’s a normal mental state and not drug-induced. As boobie-obsessed as we are, we can’t help but be mesmerized by the very suggestive and yummy way she’s holding her mouth. It could only be more inviting if she had a banana tucked carefully in there. I like the skirt, and the taktop, and the hair. Yep, I’d marry her.

Even conquerors of the Amazon Rain Forest deserve a home here on bralessblog. This lady looks a little sketch, like maybe she hasn’t bathed in a couple of weeks, has serious stubble in her pits, and has a beaver that smells like a quagmire. But still… braless, gotta post. Hopefully she gets those goofy yarn things off her wrist, shaves pretty much her whole body, irrigates and fumigates, and makes a return when her boobs are worthy of a motorboat.