There's only one couple in the Zaedah-verse, so the following pairing should come as no surprise!

Uncaging the Girls

My daily morning efforts to reign in my breasts amuse him. Apparently used to less, shall we say 'free-range curves,' my lover finds perverse pleasure in watching me wrangle the mounds into suitable shape. I'd learned long ago that losing the battle with femininity leads to my doctoring duties being accompanied by lower-than-eye-level stares. Men cannot resist the genetically enhanced swine impersonation with an eyeful of womanhood swinging their way.

The early hours of any non-working weekend bring a more liberating mode to my attire. He calls my day-off inspired, unsupported bosom a throwback to feminist, bra-burning ancestors. I'd like to know how he found out about them. Oh, the things I endure for a moment of his laughter.

There was a time when I didn't know what his laughter sounded like. I dislike the existence of that time and have disowned the memory of it. Now is far superior, free-swinging breasts and all. He believes his place should be permanently decorated with such unadorned 'eye candy.' I suspect that description came from Jack, only hopefully not in the same context.

I talk to my 'girls' sometimes. Caging them in all week in unforgiving wires and mesh, they are a heaving mass of elation when I let them out to play. In the hands of their designated favorite playmate, my breasts pardon too many days of blatant mistreatment. I blame society, which means men. Except mine, of course. He's allowed to gawk.

I'm not the only one who fears not the unrestrained. I wouldn't dare tell our colleagues what else one or both of us fails to wear when alone in our new home. His rebellious tongue that invokes terror evidences the inner radical that causes goosebumps. Should he have grown up in the 60's with an entirely different set of…equipment, I sense the makings of a professional bra burner. But of course, I wouldn't like him half as much without the current mechanisms.

Sometimes I wonder if he'd like me half as much if I came in a standard cup size. But then, waiting in the kitchen, his eyes lower from my face. With that flicker the weekend officially begins. Have I mentioned what 'Bra-less Breakfast' does to the man? Fortunately, our lack of 'attire-inhibition' at home means fewer obstacles when he gets impatient for...food.

Okay, it's a short nugget, but hopefully a tasty one. I told a few of you there was a bra story coming, did I not? If you enjoyed your visit, please feel free to review.

Thanks to Syd, Gnomy and Alamogirl for sending the inspiration vibes as requested!