When you're as top heavy as I am, there are things that never do EVER in life. I try to avoid running, jumping, buying shirts with built in bras and most of all, sleeping without a bra. And yet last night, I found myself sleeping topless.
Reasons why it's a bad plan:
- My boobs are round, they roll everywhere.
- They rolled onto my arm and cut off my circulation
- They rolled onto my neck and tried to suffocate me
- My nipples are very tender
- My back is killing me
I didn't plan on sleeping topless. I planned on taking a shower, getting dressed and then getting undressed. I planned on having sex and then going out for a fun Friday night. The reality of my Friday night was as follows; Showered, put on my panties, sat on toilet lid waiting for a text, sat for an hour, decided fuck it, put on my favorite shirt (a hockey jersey), took off my panties, put on sleep pants and went to the beach. I was pissed that I wasn't having sex on a Friday night. I was upset that I had built my life around 2 people for the last month and both people were unavailable to me. But I underestimated the beach at night, it's frightening, and I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. I eventually freaked myself out so bad, I ran, braless, back to my car. So later that night after I passed out at 11, I woke up sweaty in my "beach" clothes. I stripped off the hockey jersey and went back to sleep.
And that's how I ended up sleeping topless.
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