If you knocked on somebody’s door and they opened it looking like this… would you faint? Squeak like a mouse? Hyperventilate?

Damn, she is incredible isn’t she? It’s not just those big braless boobs hanging there with her red dress open. It’s that come-hither look. Like “Hello, Mr. Delivery Man. I’m glad you rang my doorbell. What’s that, you like my dress? Well thank you. I put it on and left it unbuttoned hoping someone like you would come along to inspect me.”

She’s gorgeous: hair, eyes, body, yowza.

This lady might qualify as a MILF. And by that I mean I’m only uncertain about the “M” part; she certainly qualifies for the “ILF”. I really like how she decided to yank her bra off and snap a selfie in the car. Those big boobs are only exceeded by those big pokies, and her thin cotton dress is perfect for the occasion.

I’m a little disappointed that she didn’t tighten that seatbelt right between her boobs though!

Well, well, well, what a happy little camper. This gal chugs about half a gallon of champagne and sort of forgets that her nipples are poking halfway through her expensive dress. She has that alcohol buzz going, and the I’m-tipsy-and-happy smile on her face. Continue reading Top 5 Braless Beauties →

We are getting a little bit closer to that time of year when people get invited to more cocktail parties and holiday get togethers.

The bad news is, I’m a weirdo and it’s hard for me to socialize in such a setting. The good news is, there always seem to be ssssmoking hot chicks at these types of parties. When you sit around in a dingy, cheeto-stained t-shirt and droopy underwear in your mobile home all the time, going to a fancy party means you actually meet real live people.

Some of the dresses these days, holy cow. I’ll tell ya, when I was younger, phones had rotary dials, the TV only got three channels (even with tin foil on the rabbit ears), and women covered their boobs when they went out in public. Nowadays, damn near anything goes.

I don’t want to sound like a broken record – I realize it was only a year ago when I got all jiggy-with-it on some tight dress mammas. But this is an epidemic that deserves our attention. Or whatever the word for epidemic is that means hot women taking their bra off and letting their boobies jiggle around in cocktail dresses.

This little hunny looks like she might have starved herself for 6 weeks to squeeze into this dress. I’ll admit it ain’t usually the skinny ones we like here on BBlog. But really it’s just her legs that are spidered-out, she appears to have curves in other important locations. That includes her chest, which appears to have been inflated by the finest silicone money can buy. Ya gotta love the fiesty, hand on the hip, head tilt, grin right? Yep, I bet she clomps around her party with this crazy stilt shoes on and every dude in the place is secretly hoping that dress gaps open just enough that he can catch a glimpse of some nip.

Speaking of nips, one can only wonder what this dark-haired beauty was thinking when she left the house. Did she imagine that nobody would stare at her oh-so-exposed nipples? Wow, I’m here to tell ya, with a face like that and a body to match, she could smell like donkey dung and be broke as a pauper and she will still have dudes swooning all over her at a party. I bet her friend is thinking “Oh my god. Becky’s nipples are totally poking out. Like, totally. If they were any more prominent they would actually rip through the cups of her dress. Is there some kind of surgery I can get that will make mine that noticeable?”

This little hottie is clearly headed to a wedding rather than a party. I can just tell. Nobody is gonna go party wearing a dress with a sash at the waist and those frumpy shoes. And her hair, geez. Not to take your attention away from her delicious pokies for even an instant, but WTF re: hair. It looks like a dead mangy dog wrapped itself around her noggin. Maybe she rode to the wedding ceremony in a convertible?

She looks like the type that would have a couple of drinks and before you know it, she would be flipping that skirt up and doo-wopping all over the damn place.

Annnd then there’s this total insanity. C’mon folks, how can you explain this? Who wears a white dress, packs it fool of boobage, and then hops up and down (possibly in a room-sized freezer?) or whatever in pursuit of the world’s rock-hardest, retina-threatening pokies? Maybe she didn’t intentionally perk them up, maybe she just has perma-pokies like Jen. Regardless, it’s like a flashing neon sign that says: JUST LOOK AT MY BOOBIES AND NOTHING ELSE!! To be considered a real hipster thought, she needs to get some kind of el-cheapo pendant around her neck that will dangle just between her girls. She doesn’t really have the cleavage for it – too much separation – but that’s just going to be how the ball bounces when there is this little support.

Sometimes we get suuuuper perverted and we look down people’s dresses. Can’t help it, cause hairy man.

The other day I went to the dentist. I do this every ten years, whether I need to or not. I figure once the rest of my teeth rot and fall out, I won’t have to worry about it any more. Until then, bam, like clockwork, ten years. Anywho, there was this sexy hunny who had clearly interrupted her work day and come straight to the dentist from her office. She was was wearing a mostly demure dress, nothing like what we see in these photos. Only thing was, it was a tad low cut.

After perusing the car magazines and doing my best not to slobber or stare at her ample bosoms, I got called back and the dentist worked his tragic magic. Then when the nurse-lady was leading me out, she stopped me at the front desk and they were trying to get me to pay for something. I don’t have any idears what that was all ’bout, cause don’t errrbody know I ain’t gots no money.

Cool fact, my mostly-demure hunny was finishing up her dentist appointment at the same time, and I was diggin’ that fancy dress she was wearing. Just when I was about to leave and ride public transportation back to my trailer park, this gal leaned over the desk to sign a form. Praise the LAWD, you can bet I got an eyeful. Her boobies were pasty white, and she had a demi-cup bra on so there was plenty to see. They were clapped together, like good cleavages are supposed to be, and it really made my heart go thump-thump.

I think there are two things women wear that are my favorite: yoga pants, and dresses. Well, also bikinis. And tanktops. Whelp, whatever, I like women, pretty much whatever they wear, but especially when they have a bit of perfume on and they are wrapped up in a bit of a dress.

As you’ve probably noticed before, I enjoy a good dangle.

It always seems to happen. Every time I climb on an airplane, there’s some hot little Miss who takes great pride in showing off to every testosterone-filled dude in range of her pheromones. Sometimes it’s the stewardesses. Or do they call them flight attendants these days? I have actually noticed that the flight attendants have started getting a little chunkier these days. You would think the airlines would put the KI-bash on that, since every pound they have to keep airborne costs them more fuel. But if you’re a hottie, you’re a hottie – regardless of a few rolls around the middle.

What is it about chicks who are travelling that makes them think they just HAVE to wear stretchy yoga pants and no bra? They feel entitled to be super-comfortable? What if I felt the same sense of entitlement, and wore my shorty-shorts and my Reebok tanktop from 1989? Nobody would win, trust me. I’m not complainin’ though, cause errrbody wins with airplane pokies. Yes, they are distracting. Yes, you are a prisoner in an aluminum tube, and you cannot look away. Yes, she is playing you and wants you to pay attention to her, just not in a creepy way. Is it possible to notice a gal’s nipples poking out of her shirt without being a creep?

This gal looks like she is seriously enjoying rocking the nips. She will of course toss those pink Beats headphones on and rock out to her Top 40 or whateverthehell. Right after she gets done laughing at the dude just to her left who is pretending to sleep but can’t stop thinking about that braless white tanktop. Also, she needs to thoroughly inspect her teal (?) fingernails, and tell her hairy-wristed boyfriend sitting next to her thanks for the first-class tickets getting the hell out of Atlanta. I think she may be wearing a jacket and possibly a scarf, suggesting she has unzipped all the way to really punish all the horny dudes around her.

I describe another airport experience here…

Occasionally I run across a gal who is hot by psycho. What am I saying, all hot chicks are psycho. But you know what I’m saying, you can look at her face and you know instantly – oh my, she would get you fired, make your momma mad at you, piss on your bed and light it on fire, and then cackle wildly like a witch. Here ya go, this is one of them. Her boobs are droopy, yes. But they are also, hmm how should I say… tubular? Don’t matter, those nips are gonna get you going. They will bounce around, and the next thing you know you’re a gonner. Too bad she’s cray-cray and will stab you with Santa Claus scissors after you fall asleep. Look at her face really close; does she kind of remind you of the Joker? Even a little bit?

Dimples and cleavage. That’s certainly a great title for another esoteric BralessBlog article, too bad I’ve already committed myself to the whole plane pokey thing. This gal has some cute dimples and some tantalizing cleavage. My lord, those milky white boobies could keep you entertained for days couldn’t they?? I know it makes me sound like an old fogie, but I don’t like the whole nose jewelry thing. I know, I know – the women these days have to show a little non-conformance, a little edge, get all tatted up or nose-ringed out. Call me old-fashioned. Just don’t call me ignorant, cause I’m not saying I wouldn’t introduce her to my medium-sized friend.

Hellooooo fuzzy braless girl. Is that cashmere? That fuzzy yellow thing wrapped around her succulent braless boobies really makes me want to do the happy dance. The whole mirror selfie thing can mess you up, hard to tell right-hand from left-hand. But it sort of looks like she has a weird wedding ring on. I’m going to forgive her for the little pooch at her tummy, and for the crazy duck lips, but I have to stop and question a) the similarly fuzzy footstool (is that for tickling your tush?), and b) what appears to be a bra hanging in a picture frame on her wall. I would very much like to motorboat those bewbs, and afterwards prowl around her house and see what other perverted stuff she has hanging on the walls.

Yep, just one photo.

Sometimes that’s all we need, isn’t it? One really great photo.

And frankly, this one says it all.

Let’s go through this one in excruciating, perverted detail shall we:
-Beautiful landscape, with lush green grass and a clean patio.
– Gorgeous and I do mean gorgeous babe.
– A smile that says “I’m pretty naughty, and if you’re really lucky you’ll find out soon”.
– Some dangly earrings that hopefully aren’t heavy. I don’t like it when women get older, and they’ve worn heavy earrings their whole life, and their earholes get all stretched out. Gross. I realize those young whippersnappers these days are sticking things in their earholes to purposely stretch them out progressively over time.
– Fantastic freaking cleavage. Are those fake boobs? I mean, I would think not but the inner cleavage looks suspiciously, near-perfectly round. Regardless, awesome.
– A hint of nipple. Maybe more than a hint. Don’t lie, you’ve already spotted this. Her nipples appear quite protrusive. That’s my new bralessblog word for they stick out. Hard to really cover those things up when you’re wearing a silky dress like this.
– Perfect skin tone. I mean perfect. Has this photo been photoshopped? I mean, I didn’t do it and I wouldn’t think whoever casually snapped the photo and posted it would have. Do you see a single freckle or mole on her yummy tan skin? I sure don’t.
– Now if you’re like me, and thank god if you aren’t, you are also thinking about what this photo implies. Like backless. I bet you can see an arousing slice of skin around back. And also panties. Think she’s wearing any? I do. But I bet they are black, and tiny, and probably a little moist.

I have always adored women in dresses. What’s that you say? I adore all women? Well yeah, I guess I am an equal opportunity pervert in that way.

I actually posted a fairly popular “dress” post back in December. You can find it here:
http://www.bralessblog.com/2016/12/21/tight-dress-pokies.html
There are a couple of photos there that I don’t mind revisiting from time to time. They bring a smile to my face and a bulge to my johnson.

But THE dress photo that all men past the age of puberty on the entire planet should see is right here. You should make sure you are reclining or at least in a sitting position before you click on that. Also, have a cold shower ready.

Not to muck up a solid 1-photo post, but I am working on another video. Youtube hasn’t shut us down yet, possibly because you kind folks keep thumbing up my videos and keeping them popular. Give me a few days and I’ll post up some more braless goodness.