After a ton of folks have asked me for an “unedited” copy of some of my videos, I’ve started a new video page where you can buy a copy.
Our inaugural entry is the Hooterville video (find the detailed description here). And yeah, I came up with that name somewhat randomly.
I tried to edit it down to something that is acceptable by youtube standards, and uploaded a preview (below). Please “like” the video, subscribe to our youtube channel, and leave a comment.
Contact me if ya want…
Whelp, you finally made me do it. I’m gonna lay out for you here the most gargantuan and thorough guide to Alyssa Milano’s braless boobies the interwebz have ever seen.
If we go waaaay back, we made our first post about Alyssa back in 2006. We’ve “touched on her†(ha ha, perverted pun intended) periodically through the years since then.
But then, in late October of 2017, I randomly put a thumbnail of her in our sidebar to give you voracious BralessBlog fans something to click on, and you damn near broke my site. Yeah, there were that many clicks!
Here’s what the sidebar looked like at the time:
The post associated with that thumbnail was from 2012.
It was fairly innocuous, but obviously very witty and well written… (breathing on fingernails and buffing on shirt).
Basically what that tells me is that despite her hairy arms, you guys (and gals) are as crazy about Alyssa as I am, and want to see as much of her as you can. Especially if that involves those yummy chesticles of hers.
So that’s the background, and why I’m doing what I’m doing. Let’s get to the meet of it. A magnificent pictorial essay on Alyssa.
For general information, it’s hard to beat the good ol’ Wikipedia page. She was born in 1972. She’s been married a couple of times. She’s done some television shows and some movies. Blah-blah-blah.
You know what, as informative as Wikipedia is, it’s unfortunately really vanilla and boring. That’s why you visit BralessBlog right? How about if we do this…
Ten Perverted Facts About Alyssa Milano and Her Wonderful Boobies
1) She is of Italian ancestry. This explains all the arm hair. She seems to stay on top of keeping her upper lip waxed, thank thalord, but them arms, err. No word on her hoo-ha, but let’s give her the benefit of the doubt and say that she doesn’t let it go all afro or wookie-bush.
Busty but arm-hairish…
2) The following quote is attributed to Alyssa. Seriously. I’m not making this up.
I used to sleep in the nude. Until the earthquake.
Allllrighty. Well, let’s unpack that, shall we. You’ve seen her body. Here, let me remind you.
Now, she’s a red-blooded, non-Catholic gal who has sexual cravings like any other normal person. Put that amazon body in bed next to you NAKED and see if you don’t actually *make* an earthquake.
3) She has sinful body measurements. The official but possibly old data is:
Height 5’2″
Weight 110 lbs
Measurements 34C-24-36
Shoe size 7
The c-cup makes sense, as I’ve seen them about that size in the earlier days. But don’t forget, she had her first child with husband Dave Bugliari in 2011. And those boobies definitely got bigger once she started her mega-epic breastfeeding campaign.
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I think our theme for today should be crazy top pokies. We might as well narrow our focus down to something that is nearly possible to find, so that we have a gargantuan sense of accomplishment when we’re done.
So here’s an idea. Combine some slinky black bikini bottoms with a crochet top that is so loose fitting that at any given moment it might flutter around and reveal a breasticle or two. This black-haired beauty is doing a fine job filling out this top, and I can’t help but notice she has some interesting pokies going on. Is it cold? Did she pinch those girls before the photo was taken?
And check out this top. There isn’t a button or a catch or a drawstring anywhere in sight. I guess it’s just meant to hang open like this? Well, maybe it’s really supposed to be worn over another shirt. But my beautiful blonde friend here didn’t mess with any of that garbage. No siree Bob, she figured everybody likes to stare at my boobs anyway, why don’t I let it all hang out? The dirty citcyscape in the background only emphasizes the clean, yummy smelling cleavage we’re exposed to here. Ahhh, what a wonderful dichotomy. Car exhaust and woman-nips, my two favorite smelling things.
A few selfie pokies always get my goat going. It’s hard for me to tell if this is some kind of fancy pink top, or if it’s a weird-ish bodysuit. It doesn’t matter, because I’m hypnotized by the cleavage. Trapped, if you will, unable to get out of the hole I’ve fallen into. I don’t know what it is with me today, but I’m feeling the need to motorboat those girlies. Careful though, because with nipples that hard she might scratch my eyeballs out. I kinda wonder with that fancy cellphone cover she’s got if she might have like a 2Tb memory capacity and the equivalent number of photos of herself in her wonderful braless glory.
I realize this is mostly just a purple bikini, but it qualifies for my most excellent crazy top post because it’s waaaay too small for this gal’s giant hooters. I mean, seriously, this top has no chance to contain the mogombos. If she were to sneeze, she’s probably flip those things up so high it would knock a number of birds off a power line. It’s hard to tell, but is the bikini wet? I have no other explanation of why it is molded so perfectly to her nipples. It looks like its thin strings are straining beneath the weight of supporting her – she may actually decapitate herself if that string cuts into her neck any deeper. Also, I’m guessing this is yet another selfie. I don’t know what we would do if busty braless women stopped taking risque photos of themselves. Probably get depressed and quit wanting to live?
Holy mackerel. I have stumbled upon the holy grail.
I know, I know – I profess my undying love for chicks on this website constantly. But seriously, this is THE ONE.
The perfect chick:
blonde hair
blue eyes
smooth skin
busty – big boobies but not tooooo big (it’s a fine line, brutha)
nips that aren’t too small, aren’t too big, and aren’t shy about getting erect
The perfect photo:
gotta have some cleavage
gotta have pokies – we want those nips
candid is pretty awesome – if she doesn’t know we’re looking it give a bit of an extra thrill
what the heck, while we’re dreaming let’s say there’s a cameltoe
Whoa, what was that? Cameltoe you say? Have I lost my mind? As a boobie specialist, bralessblog obviously doesn’t delve into the world of the mooseknuckle very often. But it’s quite titillating and fun to check out. We’ve touched on it before…
There’s a brief mention about the chick in the red swimsuit.
And also, it’s hard to miss the pudenda riot going on in this lady’s pants.
It’s just damn rare to come across a photo where it has everything at once. It’s the bralessblog holy grail. The new trifecta – hotness, pokies, and cameltoe. I’m gonna print some decals for this soon, and we’ll see them on minivans all over America.
I should go ahead and give you guys the juice:
There, see what I was moaning about?? She is gorgeous, but not super-model unapproachable. I mean, anybody is approachable when you are a stud-muffin such as myself. Rico Suave, yo. But she’s sort of grimacing off into the distance thinking “Damn, it’s hot. That dip in the ocean hasn’t helped, in fact my ass sweat has reached defcon 9, aka high alert. I wonder if anybody is going to notice that this wet, sweaty bikini is so adhered to my crotch that the dude sitting on the Star Wars towel way over there can count the wrinkles in my lips? And dang, my nipples, which were previously hidden, have suddenly popped up and made an appearance.”
Bravo. That’s what I say. Thank you, beach goddess, for serving as our Holy Grail. Everything we want, everything we need, juxtaposed into just one photo. We’ve waited, not very patiently I might add, for you to come along. Here you are, and we bow down. We salute your absurd hotness, and your undeniable wardrobe malfunctions. We can only hope you remain hot for several years, and also let your husband take photos of you wearing that negligee he bought you for Christmas, and then he posts them on the web where we can find them.
Shoot, while we’re hoping, we’ll hope that you’re a freak like us, and will willingly show off that body from now until the end of time. Hey errbody, check out my mogambos, want to watch me shake and jiggle?
Update:
Hold on. I found another one.
In the depths of my hard drive, the very bowels of ickiness, I found another “holy grail” shot.
Admittedly, if that first one is a 9.9 on a scale of 1-10, this one is only an 8. But still, wowzers.
It almost looks like this is some kind of sports bra ad. Professionally shot for a certain underwear brand? But surely they would not publish a photo of this chick with her hooha lips bulging out like that. “Excuse me, dear? The pokies are fine, they are great in fact. Dudes love pokies, and our research shows women can’t actually stop looking once they see them. We use these in ads all the time, at least in Europe. But, ah, the cameltoe? That’s kind of a problem. Do you think you could, I don’t know, kind of tape those things down? Yes, this it duct tape, but honey everybody does it. And yes, you’re right, it will hurt when you pull it off. But jeez, look at your crotch. The FCC is liable to throw us in prison. Have you birthed a baby lately? Not trying to be rude it’s just… you look sort of swollen down there. Ok, enough, I’m sorry. Just cover your action up and give us a break.”
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