I know it’s a common reaction for nipples to get hard when they’re aroused or cold (which I guess is a form of arousal), but is it possible to suffer from a disease where they’re perpetually hard? If so, I have it.
I don’t know what to call it. How about headlightitis? My husband’s always turning his head as one hand flies up to shield his eyes as he says, “Whoa! Can’t you turn those suckers down some?”
Would if I could, honey, but they haven’t invented the woman’s version of anti-Viagra for my sista girls.
However, bra manufacturers have come up with something: petals.
Some are peel-off stick-ons you can place right on your Ta Tas and wear under your bra. Some are built into bras.
I’m too cheap to buy the disposable stick-on kind. Made more sense to have them built-in. So I found some bras with the technology. Finally, something where my lady lumps would be nice and uniformly round underneath my shirts.
WRONG!
No sooner did I put on my new bra and cover it up with one of my tighter fitting Tee’s than I trotted down the stairs to show off to Wayne.
To my horror, there went the hand, the head turning sideways, the “Whoa!”
It can’t be. The petals were supposed to turn them off. Or at least dim them some.
I looked down. Nope. There were my two little familiar pointy Twin Peaks.
Impossible! I must have done something wrong. I checked to make sure the petals were positioned properly over my nipples. Check.
I threw up my white flag. Or, rather, my petals did. They knew when they were licked. They were no match for my nipples!
