I was at the gym on Sunday evening, and I was doing my own thing. I generally make no qualms about getting dressed and undressed in the dressing room. I don't have to most fit body, but I'm working on it. I'm relatively happy with the body I've got-- especially if I'm not wearing any clothes that pinch, rub, and tug and make my otherwise suggestively salacious curves look buckled and contorted.
But I was walking through the locker room to the scale. Cause that's what I do after a long workout-- measure how much weight I temporarily lost from sweating. As I passed there was a woman there, and I tried not to look, but her candy-apple nipples caught my attention. I did everything I could not to look twice, but I couldn't help myself. I was horrified and curious at their sheer size and color. The best way to describe them is literally as candy apples because they mimicked the size, shape, and color of the candy apples that you buy at the county fair. I tried not to notice them, I really did. But smacked up against a woman who looked like she hadn't seen the sun in all the years of her life, bright red nipples stand out just a little bit. It was almost like how fairy tales compare the skin of Snow White with her ruby red lips.
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