Seriously, I don’t even know what to say on this one. It leaves many questions unanswered:
Is this an example of elephant abuse?
Circus pokies?
Does a lady have to wash herself off after striking this pose?
What is the air temperature, and what has caused her nipples to harden?
Are the elephants turned on?
Is the elephant trainer losing his mind?
I know all ya’ll have been desperate to find out what happened to Samantha, and get a peek at our next installment of the epic story Braless at the Office. But alas, I’ve been lazy. Well, not lazy in general, I’ve been damn busy. But lazy about updating the site and writing more of the story. Judging by the emails and the begging, I know you’re disappointed, but hey I’ve been disappointing people my whole life, so a) don’t feel special, and b) why should I stop now.
To partially mitigate this unacceptable condition, I herewith submit numerous photos of braless gals. You don’t know any of them, because they aren’t celebs and they aren’t famous, and despite what you fervently wish, they do not live next door or date your roommie. They are amateurs, and they are one of my very favorite pokie persons. Actually, if they are female, and they are pokie, I like ’em, so it’s a misnomer to say I have a favorite.
I have what seems to be a nearly inexhaustible supply of similar photos (and maybe a few vids) on my hardrive. I know, I know – I’m always alluding to that and never deliver. Hanging it out there like a carrot on a stick and just string you along. But really, you will come back. Guys (and girls) like you always do. Because of the wit, and the writing, and yes the photos. Even if they are a little later than you would prefer.
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.
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.
