Barb123
10-08-2011, 09:00 AM
Was that only a dead squirrel? Oh No, it is my boob on the highway!
I often get up early, while it is still dark and run. I like wearing a bra with a heavy, dense silicone breast insert. I love the feel of the weight as I run. I wear an outside jogging suit any way.
In the last month I found a long stretch of side walk in a wooded neighborhood park. I decided I could bring my high heel tie up sandals and wear them. There I could get practice walking. This is great fun and I am getting my legs in shape, improving balance and gaining confidence for those “dress up” and “going out” times.
As I left the park the other day, i removed the breast inserts and put them in plastic bag with high heels for the last quarter mile. Then I discovered that I was missing one boob. I would have to drive back to the park and retrace my steps. After scouring the park, it was not there.
So I drove where I ran home. I would have to park my car on the edge of the highway to search the other side. As I did a friend from church was walking his dog and we chatted. I was afraid he had found it or ask what I was doing. Then as I looked over his right shoulder on the double yellow lines, there was something. It looked like a squished squirrel? Then I recognized it. It was a woman’s boob.
I concluded the conversation and as he walked away and I had to wait for traffic and then went out to retrieve it.
It was mine alright. Who else’s would it have been?
It had tire marks but held most of its shape. Since the membrane broke, it was sticky and to drivers, it looked like was saving or removing something that had been alive. I am sure I looked sad, but as I got in the car I got this wonderful thought and a pleasant smile emerge.
You know--- I was really needed to get something larger anyway.
Now I need to plan a shopping trip. I have a story when she askes, “How can I help you.” I can say "I need to replace my boob that got ran over and I could use a larger size." Still smiling! FUN
Barb123
I often get up early, while it is still dark and run. I like wearing a bra with a heavy, dense silicone breast insert. I love the feel of the weight as I run. I wear an outside jogging suit any way.
In the last month I found a long stretch of side walk in a wooded neighborhood park. I decided I could bring my high heel tie up sandals and wear them. There I could get practice walking. This is great fun and I am getting my legs in shape, improving balance and gaining confidence for those “dress up” and “going out” times.
As I left the park the other day, i removed the breast inserts and put them in plastic bag with high heels for the last quarter mile. Then I discovered that I was missing one boob. I would have to drive back to the park and retrace my steps. After scouring the park, it was not there.
So I drove where I ran home. I would have to park my car on the edge of the highway to search the other side. As I did a friend from church was walking his dog and we chatted. I was afraid he had found it or ask what I was doing. Then as I looked over his right shoulder on the double yellow lines, there was something. It looked like a squished squirrel? Then I recognized it. It was a woman’s boob.
I concluded the conversation and as he walked away and I had to wait for traffic and then went out to retrieve it.
It was mine alright. Who else’s would it have been?
It had tire marks but held most of its shape. Since the membrane broke, it was sticky and to drivers, it looked like was saving or removing something that had been alive. I am sure I looked sad, but as I got in the car I got this wonderful thought and a pleasant smile emerge.
You know--- I was really needed to get something larger anyway.
Now I need to plan a shopping trip. I have a story when she askes, “How can I help you.” I can say "I need to replace my boob that got ran over and I could use a larger size." Still smiling! FUN
Barb123