Why I don’t wear bras

Ive read a lot of benefits about why women should wear bras. Ill admit I didn’t stop wearing bras because of the claimed benefits. It was more of a comfort thing. Its been 3 years since I’ve worn a bra and this is what I noticed.

Since I’ve stopped wearing bras my breast have gotten fuller, thicker, and bigger. I’ve gone from a size 34A to a size 34C. My breast have also changed their shape. They went from a sort of coned shape to a rounder, more proportional even sized breast. They also got a lot perkier. I used to have to rely on pushup bras to get them to stay high up but now they just stay up there and always look like I’m wearing a push up bra. They’ve learned to support themselves. My breast are softer, more sensitive, and my chest is clearer (acne free). Since I’ve ditched the bra I’ve seen nothing but benefits!

I also learned self confidence. I used to be shy about my nipples. Now I’m as confident as ever. I feel naturally beautiful, have no body image issues regarding my breast, and no longer see a part of my body as shameful or something to be hidden. Im proud of my breasts and highly recommend going bra free!

How I knew he was the one

My husband Cole made me feel things I had never felt before. When I was in his presence I would feel inexplicably safe. When he would hug me I felt like I was untouchable and his arms were impenetrable from the outside world. I had 100% complete trust in him. He became my security blanket. No matter where I was or what I did if cole was there I had not a worry in the world. He was able to give me complete assurance and calm me down with a single glance.

He also gave me the strongest sensation of peace that I have ever felt. His eyes made me forget all my problems or that I even had any. When I would feel his breath on my face as he talked to me I would get the warmest sensation throughout my body and the whole world would become nonexistent. Where ever we were no matter the situation he was able to bring me peace because if he was there I felt at home. Cole had become my home.

Cole even gave me the strongest sexual awakening I had ever experienced. He lit a fire in me with a single touch, look, or whisper. He’s skin tickled mine every time we where in close proximity. When he would hold my hand I could swear I felt electricity running up my arms. When he would kiss me I could feel and hear my heart pulsating with every single beat getting louder, faster, and harder. When he whispered in my ear I felt an uncontrollable passion run throughout my whole body almost as if I was going to explode into a million tiny pieces with a single word. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him. I craved him like an addiction and wanted him like no man has ever desired another. A passion in me that I have never felt came alive in me when I met cole.

He was also undeniable romantic, thoughtful, loving, and selfless. Cole would try to learn as much about me as possible to set the perfect dates. He always asked how I was feeling, or what I needed. He never judged or ignored an issue. He would have quality conversations with me, ask me genuine questions, and give me authentic responses. He made me feel important like I was the only person in the room with him every time we talked. He would go out of his way to make me comfortable even if it meant he had to be uncomfortable. He never complained about anything and always tried to see things from my point of view and I his. He also never had any expectations and appreciated the smallest things. He was an open book, an honest man, and a loyal partner. He would sacrifice everything to give me the world.

Cole was a true gentleman. He would open every door and slide every chair for me. He never cursed in front of me or talked ill of anyone. He would always wait for me to eat first. He would never refer to me as anything other then “Gorgeous.” He always paid for every meal, knocked at my door to get me and walked me back to my door to make sure I was safe. He never judged me, pressured me, or made me uncomfortable in any way. All he cared about was my happiness and I his.

Cole is a hard worker, great provider, my safe place, my passion, my love, my everything. I had seen all these qualities and more in him then I had ever seen in anyone else before. He was the kindest and most caring man I had ever had the honor of meeting. These are the reasons I fell in love with him and these are the reasons I still am and always will be! I always thought love was just a fairytale until I met him. Cole truly is my soulmate and I never knew how empty I was until I met him, because once I met him I instantly felt whole. I was my true self with him.

What I learned being a Phone Sex Operator.

I spent a few month working at home as a phone sex operator! What I learned was that talking dirty was more important then I thought. Men wanted women to talk dirty to them, because it makes them feel desired and sexually wanted. These men were climaxing for me quicker over the phone with what I was saying to them then they would have if I had touched them. These men had wives and girlfriends at home yet they were still calling me!? why? Because they weren’t getting the additional stimulus at home. Now, these men loved their partners and did not want to cheat on them, but they felt unwanted or stuck in a sexual routine so they set on calling me.
These men loved, fantasies, role play, descriptions, and lots of details. They wanted the women to be spontaneous and sometimes initiate because they, like women, also wanted to feel sexually desired. It gave them confidence and self worth. After seeing how these men craved words of affirmation from their partners in bed I knew it must of been an important factor for them the same way affection and romance was an important factor for me in bed. Seeing how wild these men got over the phone gave me the idea to try it in my personal life.

The first night with my husband Cole I decided to give it a try but I froze, got nervous, and lost my words. I thought I would just trying saying what I would say over the phone, but it wasn’t genuine and he could tell. Plus, it came out more rehearsed and uncomfortable then I thought it would. So I decided to try taking it slow and build up to it. I started by saying what I was already thinking…just out loud this time. Once I started doing that it came out of me quick and natural.

I started by telling him how good he felt and how I loved when he touched me. I then decided to get more descriptive as I had learned over the phone. During intercourse I would tell him that I missed him and I had been wanting to fuck him all day. I would tell him how excited I got and ask him to feel how wet I was for him. I would let him know how good he felt, how big he felt, or how soft his skin felt sliding against my tongue. I would even randomly text him fantasies I had of us during the day while he was at work. I would also surprise him with a sexy outfit about once a week and initiate the whole thing. Its safe to say that not only our relationship but, our sex life has improved dramatically!

He seemed happier, more excited, confident, and was more affectionate and romantic with me. He claimed that he never knew how much I wanted him. I assumed he knew although how could he if I never vocally stated it. Men need to hear it. Women go off emotions and feelings. We as women need to “feel” loved, wanted, and sexy. Men need to be shown it. Men are typically not as emotionally aware as women are so we need to show them, tell them, and remind them every now and then.

Our sex life has gone from 4 times a week to 8. Now that he feels more confident, loved, and overall happier, he has become more affectionate towards me. Rather then him coming home to watch tv he wants to spend time with me, surprise me with romantic outings, and do some of the household errands so that I don’t have to. He claims he wants to make me feel as loved as I make him feel. I can honestly say I have never felt so loved and wanted. Our relationship is now full of passion and intensity. We have both learned to be more giving, thoughtful, considerate, and loving. It feels like were new to each other dating all over again. I know people say a happy wife is a happy life, but in reality if the husband is not happy how is he supposed to have the motivation or fuel to make his wife happy. In relationships you really do get what you give. Without having been a phone sex operator I don’t think I would have ever learned just how important words of affirmation were to a man. I had no idea that talking dirty would have such an affect on my marriage outside of sex, but it did and for this I am am forever grateful! Talking dirty has not only improved my marriage overall, but it has made my husband a happier more confident man and that to me was worth it alone.