Yep, dig down deep into your primal self – where you grunt, and fart, and rub your dong on things. The caveman in you is dormant, but can expose himself in oh so many ways.

You can help it. Don’t claim you can’t. Much like a dog can be trained not to lick his butt, you my dear friend can resist some of your more primal urges.

What’s a primal urge, you ask? Let’s go over a few:

• looking at boobs
• napping
• eating too much
• yelling at the TV during sporting events

All of those are interesting enough to talk about, but since it is BralessBlog, I’ll restrict myself to just the boob thing. Furthermore, I’ll scope that down just to downblouse peeks.

For the purposes of our discussion, we’ll define downblouse.

This is when you end up looking down a lady’s shirt. It could be because she’s bending over scratching her toenail. Maybe she’s signing a form on the desk in front of you. Maybe she’s climbing out of a car or petting a dog. In some cases, she doesn’t even have to be bending over; she could just be wearing a low-cut top, and you’re a Continue reading Downblouse Pictures Are Instinctual →