the red bra

so i've noticed lately,
well,
ever since i've acquired my relatively new red bra,
that the craziest things happen when i wear it.

i honestly cannot tell you how many comments i've received in the midst of removing clothing regarding my special new red bra.
people seemed shocked that i own such a thing.
as if it is meant to be worn by victoria secret models and super femme girls with maybe not such big breasts...well not as big as mine anyway.

but the strangest thing is,
it almost seems inevitable that something crazy will happen to me when i wear it.
so its almost as if i've begun to depend on it...though there are times when i simply put it on because it matches my underwear or because im feelin saucy with no expected outcome.
but certainly there are times when i get particularly dressed up and subtly anticipate an eventful evening.

its kind of like when you shave in anticipation of getting some ass...or something like that.
when you know you'll be out with someone in particular but aren't sure if you'll hook up...but, just in case, you shave so you're prepared.
well, i think the bra works the same way for me. its like a magic bra.
the magic bra that brings me ass.

...pick one up at your local victoria's secret...