I held the paper gown away from my body with my pinched fingers, like a pre-teen pulling at her sweater in the mirror, imagining her silhouette with breasts. "Oh for the love of nipple," I muttered as I climbed onto the paper-covered examination table. "You ok, Hon?" Rocco asked, shifting…
If Boobs Could Talk
Left Boob: This is it. This is the time it's going to work. I can feel it. Right Boob: *snicker* Left Boob: No really! I've been working out - you know - pumping like mad. Paul: *latches on* Left Boob: Oh yo! Here we go! Paul: *whimpers, scowls* Right Boob:…
What Time Is It?
I really shouldn't be allowed to play with graphics programs. This is what I did yesterday instead of figuring out what's wrong with my computer. Because I know you all want your very own, you can get them here.