A day off work

My girlfriend was away, I had a day off my new job and so I quickly ran the bath and shaved myself all over. Baby oil talc, perfumed deodorant quickly followed. A more leisurely job of trimming my nails, and applying two coats of ultra gloss polish. Then a final bend over the desk applying my makeup and lipstick before changing out of my satin robe into some clothes. It was a hot summers morning and I was dressed in my mini skirt and loose top, I loved my hair do, I loved curling up in the chair and reading my ladies mags and I loved my special cup of tea out of my china rose mug. I had played with myself a little and then had become a girl alone and bored. I decided to do something different so I drove out of town to the next place along the road and seeing a cinema complex I decided to see a romance/erotic movie by myself. I adjusted my apnties and tucked myself in in the ladies before joining a small queue. No one looked my way and I relaxed feeling wonderfully free, my new bangles jangling and my legs and bottom feeling so smooth. The complex was mostly empty at this time of the morning I took a seat in the back of the theatre, I gave myself a spray of my D&G revive perfume and was turning off my cell phone when a nice looking man sat down a few seats from me. I glanced up and smiled, putting my phone away. The theatre was filling up. The man asked me if the seats next to me were taken. When I said no, he moved over to sit in the seat next to mine.
"I hate it when people take the seats at the end and leave seats in the middle open. Do you mind if I sit here?"
As I looked at this man to tell him that I didn't mind at all, I saw that he was better looking than my first assessment. He was fantastic looking. He was tall and slim, with short blond hair, and deep brown eyes with long dark lashes. He had a small dimple and when he smiled at me my heart flipped. No, I didn't mind at all that he was sitting next to me!
The lights dimmed when the previews started and he moved his leg so that it was touching mine. My heart did another flip. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "My name's Henry we met on the train last week remember”? I could feel his breath against my ear and I was instantly aroused. I looked over at him, once again amazed at his smile. "I'm Vicky." His eyes bore into mine and I wondered if he could see how turned on he was making me. "Very pleased to meet you again, Vicky."
Once the lights were down and the movie had started Henry put his arm on the armrest between us. The movie went straight into erotic mode and the couple on screen were already kissing and feeling each other all over. She was pretty, short blond hair like mine and full lips. He was a handsome Latino dude great body and mmm a smile to die for. Henrys hand was hanging down off of the armrest and I felt his fingertips lightly graze my knee. A flash of electricity ran through my body. When I didn't move my leg, I felt Henry raise up the armrest that was between us. He put his hand on my knee. I had a short skirt on and it didn't take long for his hand to work its way up and to my panties. I looked over at him and could barely make out a small smile on his lips. He took my hand and placed it in his lap. Onto pants that had been unzipped! I pushed my hand through the slit in his underwear and found a very large and very hard dick. As I began to massage it I felt his hand rubbing my clitlet through my panties. We both began to rub and caress each other. Thankfully, we were in the back row so nobody was behind us but there were people sitting directly in front of us. I tried to keep my breathing even and not moan. As we continued rubbing, we each shifted and squirmed in our seats.
Just when I thought I would explode, he removed his hand and his fingers traced their way back down my leg to my knee. I looked over at him. I put my hand on his arm. He looked at me and saw the silent pleading in my eyes but he wanted me to say it. He cocked one eyebrow.
"Please" I whimpered.
"Please what?" he asked with a sly smile.
"Please make me come," I begged.
"Take your panties off," he commanded.
I took my panties off and stuffed them in my purse. His hand slowly found its way up between my legs again. He watched me and he could tell when I was close to coming. Each time he pulled his hand back and made me beg. I continued to pleasure him with my hand, my rhythm getting faster the more excited I got. This was ridiculous! I was in a theatre with my hand down a strange man's pants. What was I doing? What was he doing? Oh my. I really liked what he was doing. Somehow Henry knew right where to touch me he hand managed to move his hand under my legs and his fingers were caressing the already lubed pinky peachness and I could feel myself spiraling into an orgasm. This time he let me. He pushed two fingers into me and my body exploded into electric, delightful spasms. I crossed my legs, pushed my head back against the seat and quietly let the orgasm rock me catching my cum in a hand I brought it to my mouth and licked my manicured fingers and hand clean.
I was trying to mask my excitement so I reached for the soda that was sitting to the left of me. I was so unnerved that I spilled the coke all over my skirt. Henry quietly removed his hand, softly chucking. I made my apologies and quickly retreated to the ladies room to clean myself up.
As I opened the ladies room door I felt Henry come up behind me. "What are you doing?" I gasped. Before I knew it he had pulled me into a stall and closed and locked the door. "Henry, this is insane!" I was petrified that someone would find us.
"Shhh Vicky, just let go. There's nobody in here and I'm on fire, baby."
As we kissed a long hard kiss, I brought his hard dick out of the opening of his pants. He brought my skirt up to my waist, and pressed his leg between my legs, rubbing and grinding against me. He slowly, sensuously licked my lower lip. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me, while he unbuttoned my blouse, finding no bra. His hands grabbed my small tits, cupping, squeezing, finding my nipples. I desperately wanted to free his cock. I undid his belt, pulling down his underwear and pants and taking his rock hard dick in my hand. His cock was throbbing as I bent down and tasted some salty pre-cum. I flicked my tongue around the sensitive head and felt him breathe in with a gasp. I slowly corkscrewed my tongue down his long dick until he was completely in my mouth. My hand found his balls and gently caressed them while my mouth attempted to take all of him in. My mouth pumped harder and faster and I heard him softly moan, pushing my head into him with his hands in my hair.
He took my arms and pulled me up, our bodies pressed together, both of us breathing heavily. He pulled my arms up to my sides and pinned them with his hands to the door. He gazed down at my chest as it moved up and down with my heavy breathing. His mouth came down on my tits. He sucked, licked, and nibbled. I pushed my breasts into him and panted and moaned. Suddenly he turned me around pushing my hands up against the stall door, my butt pushed against his crotch. He grabbed my hips and pushed up into me hard and fast. I gasped and let out a moan when he entered me. His dick was huge and it felt so good moving inside of me.
Just then someone came into the restroom. He put one hand over my mouth while he wrapped his other hand and arm around my waist and began pumping slow and deep while we found a rhythm and rocked up and down together. I knew the jiggling door must be raising suspicions of whoever had come in, but I didn't care. I just wanted it harder and faster.
When I moaned into his hand, Henry pulled out. "You can't make a sound," he purred.
"If you make a sound I'm going to pull out."
I shook my head in understanding and he pushed just the tip in, testing me, teasing me. I tried to push down so that more of him would fill me, but he pulled out again, showing me that he was in control. I was panting and whimpering, crazy with lust.
"Quiet and slow," he taunted, while he pushed halfway into me, his hand pushing into my belly, making my hips obey him. I was softly panting into his hand over my mouth with need and pleasure, while he pumped slowly into me.
Finally, I could hear the other person leave the restroom. Henry took his hand away from my mouth and moved it down to gently rub my clitlet. I was half bent over, my hands pushed against the cold door and my ass pushed towards him as he pounded into me. As soon as the person left he had picked up the pace and was now slamming into me.
"Come with me Vicky," he urged, while he pumped faster and faster, harder and harder. He let out a moan and pulled out as he came, shooting hot cum all over my ass.
He bent down and began licking it off while his hand continued to play. I felt his hot tongue on my cocklet licking and probing, and my second orgasm of the night was hard and intense.
I stood there, braced against the stall door, my head bowed, panting and weak.
When my breathing had become steady again and I had come back to earth I turned as he stood up. He kissed me again--one of those slow soft kisses. He put his forehead against mine and said, "Wow. That was fantastic. But I think we've missed the first half of the movie."
"Take me home with you and I'll let you make it up to me," I whispered.
No he said I’ll se you at work tomorrow.

Mmmm what a nice workout

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pretty sub tgirl Victoria is made ready for market 5

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria is made ready for market continued 5

A story by Miss Victoria B Miller.

I lay awake, curled in a foetal position. Just another pretty little tgirl slut, counting and listing by shape not size the cocks she had sucked, like she always did so that she could get off to a good nights sleep when she was forced to be without her usual sexual exercise. I fell asleep as the moon rose high above the trees.It was sometime later on my fifth dream, or sixth that I awake with a start. A vans lights had appeared at the far end of the track. The sound of an engine changimg gear and suddenly the tree tops were illuminated all round me. The engine stopped. I heard voices two men and a woman. After a period of activity what I did not know. The van came forward into the car park. The lights exploded brighter as searchlights were switched on and after a couple of passes they pointed towards me. I sat still circled in the harsh light my mascara run, dried cum from the mornings blow jobs still peeling on my face. My hair a mess stockings and blouse ripped and torn. Lipstick smudged. I was still lucky though, I reflected a day without food must have helped me drop a couple of pounds. Was the experience worth it. Would it make me a better looking woman I mused as I curled into a different shape as the handcuffs bit into my nylon clad ankles.

The noise stopped and in the headlights a couple appeared. Walking towards me, he tall and she a full shape. Her booted heels clinked on the rough stone and with every step I heard the unmistakable slap of a whip against leather. The figures walked straight to me and bathed in the powerful full beam light of the large van I cowered, trying desperately to pull down by skirt. "The sluts here", she said. I felt the rough leather of the whips crop under my chin and my jaw was jerked up. "Slut", she said. The crop lowered and came to rest at the hem of my skirt. It pushed my skirt up till my cocklet was exposed small and milky white alongside my thighs framed by my torn and muddy stockings, my ripped min skirt and my suspenders. "Mmmmmmmmm" ,she said, "little sissy slut" , hissing every sss like a snake.

"Don" she said, "take her to the van, get the hot water, wash her down, make sure shes cleaned fully and when you've done that give her the make up bag, brush and mirror and the red suitcase, give her twenty minutes" . "If she can make herself pretty for you and dress accordingly then check her suction and explore her insides for me. He wants her to look the part for the market. But as you know Don a woman may look good but if she cannot perform good sex she is next to usless and will have to be given kitchen or cleaning duties."

He hoisted me up, saying not a word to me this cock slut bitch. He threw me over his lovely male shoulder and carried me towards the large white van with police markings on the sides. I watched his muscled ass move with much interest. Opening the side door he threw me inside. Closing the door he switched on the lights and with a Stanley knife cut away my clothes my bra and then my panties. Putting on some surgical gloves he roughly searched my mouth, my ears and nose, before inserting three fingers into my pinkness. The gloved hands then explored my waist, hips and then breasts. Standing there my hands handcuffed I felt so humiliated. Moving me like an animal onto the wet area of the vans interior. He looked, then passed me the veet, some shampoo and conditioner and a bar of camay that had been shaped roughly like a cock. Wash yourself slut taking the hose pipe for the rose had been removed, he began to squirt hot water over me. I washed my body and hair best I could. He turned me around and bent me over I felt the pipe being forced into my pinkness and then into my mouth as I spluttered and nearly drowned. He switched off the water I patted myself dry and then I applied the 3 minute veet to my legs and underarms paying special attention to my pinkness and to getting the strip above my cocklet in a nice heart shape. The veet stung in my sores and scratches. Under his expressionless gaze I washed the veet off, rubbed the lavender oil onto my body and powered myself. "Hair" he said, pushing me down in a chair and passing the dryer and brush I began to love this. My body smoothed again, oiled and talced, my long hair lovely and soft , I spent a short time mascara, lipstick, eyeshadow powder, lucky for me I thought loving this pampering all injustice forgiven and forgotten how lucky am I that my mistress had had my eyelashes dyed and lengthened and my lip liner tattooed.

In no time I sat there glowingly femme femme and femme again. Don grunted, took his cock out it was limp and I sucked obligingly for only two seconds before it grew to a nice sweet size he withdrew to my gasp of disappointment , examining his erection and testing it for hardness and lengh he wrote down a note. He took hold of my hair and pulled me up and drew me towards the camper table. Bending me over it I felt hard hands paste lube on my pinkness. Continuing to paste me with lube he grunted and passed me a condom which I unrolled over his enlarged glistening glands and then with my lips pushed it along his cock.Without a fanfare of any kind he entered me streching me fully. I loved every stroke. But in just a few seconds he withdrew. He motioned me to take of his condom and lick him clean which I off course did with relish. He wrote some more notes. He than fetched a small red suitcase and said "dress yourself."

I opened the case to find a shiny satin sari, a silk underskirt, a bra with tassles and matching thongs, and a pair of lovely jewelled 4" sandels. The case held 40 shining bracelets for my arms, 20 shining bracelets for my ankles, and ten rings for fingers and four for my toe rings. Hooped earings and a short ring for my nose as well as a beautiful shining headpiece A shining leather and silver slave collar. A bright red lipstick and a kohl stick and extra lash black mascara. I dressed loving the feel of the satin the bangles shining in the light and the feeling of being a slave or a wife again.

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 4

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 4 continued

A story by Miss Victoria B Miller

Thiswas heaven, strong male hands running along my shoulders pressing the soft satin fabric of my blouse against my skin, the fingers biting in as they reached under my arms which I lifted up accordingly pulling my bra strap tight against my now heaving breasts. My temperature was raised and with it the smell of my chanel musk perfume became stronger..mingling with his warm cologne, the hands followed my waist downwards fingernails flicking against the sides of my bra, I moaned softly, licking my lips and pouting alternately. As the strong hands reached my waist a black booted foot kicked my nylon clad heels wider and I bent over further. Causing my skirt to ride up the hands continued their journey down my hips and onto my sheer nylons, god not my knee I screamed inside I always get turned more when touched there and sure enough I became weak and nearly collapsed, my cockle had stayed soft though I was so turned on, and now it began to secrete fluid and a damp patch started in my new panties., He was kneeling behind me now his strong hands tight on my ankles, my skirt around my waist my panties moving with the breeze my bottom thrust out feeling cool and wanting him inside me. He stayed like that, on his knees, I presumed he was examining my pretty panties, and my damp patch, or maybe smelling the mix of chanel number 5 and my odour. He was silent and still apart from his steady breathing, and I also held onto the stillness which seemed to last for hours, I could hear the wind moving the branches across the lot, birdsong and I could feel the heat of the sun breaking through a cloud, the sound of a car in the distance broke the trance and he moved I heard a rustle and I felt the cuffs enclosing my right ankle biting into my nylons and my flesh I screamed silently.His hands then continued up the inside of my legs pushing them wider, my bum sticking out more as he reached my inner thigh and upwards over my ass which quivered and shook to his touch. My breath was becoming ragged and I let out a ahhhhhhhh and thought I was going to faint as a finger followed the crease of my bottom pushing into my rosebud for an inch through my panties searching my moist pinkness it probed delightfully and then pulling out it continued upwards. It joined the finger of his left hand which until then had stayed curled deep into the flesh of my left buttock . He fingered around my panty elastic and pulled them down in one strong action to my ankles where they lay fluttering in the breeze next to the hard steel attached to my right ankle.I felt a sting whack a strong hand on my bare buttock which stung, ohhhh I said. He roughly pushed my head down onto the bonnet of the car so my cheek was against the hot metal and all I could hear was the tic tic tic tic tic as the 2 litre engine cooled. Speaking for the first time in a lovely base voice he pushed the fingerhe had probed me with into my open painted lips ?lick bitch? he said. I had been trained to always have a moist mouth and soft lips and I curled my tongue around the finger drawing it inside me and moistly taking my pleasure of his rigid finger but this time it was different I loved his finger, trying to make it cum. Whack another slap hit me on the other buttock, whack, and again each whack pushed the finger in deeper and I swear that I deep throated it. Whack, I came in my panties, just a little ooze of fluid. Whack my bottom felt like it was on fire whack, he pulled my head back forcing my jaw open and me to bend backwards and I stumbled flying and falling onto the condom littered wet grass and gravel that was stained by the cum of the previous guys. Scraping my thigh and my arm and shoulder which stung and started to bleed. He dragged me a couple of feet on my back across the grass and fastened the handcuff to a nearby metal bin which stank of faeces and rotting food. My body was now full of mud, my face slightly bruised and my scratched stung. I started to cry softly to myself. ?Stay, dirty liittle slut? he said as if I was a dog and I watched his immaculate boots and dark trousers stride away.

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 3

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 3 Continued

A story by Miss Victoria B Miller

Then I noticed the next guy was waiting in the queue and the car park was filling up. Obviously this was one of those dogging places and these guys mostly married straight men all drank in the same pubs and all had mobile phones.

This guy was younger and clean and good looking he already had his out and he was a big lad, mmmm I thought as I licked the last of the last guys cum from my finger tips and prepared myself for more romance by opening the car door and sitting sideways on the seat. His hands went straight between my legs and his cock straight and forcefully in my mouth I pushed my thighs together and as I started to run my tongue up and down his shaft he forget his cunt mission and moaned, run the tongue up run the tongue down run the tongue up stop pause lips over the head lower wet mouth down and down and down massage long shaft with wet fingers and repeat. Hand on shaft waggle so cock heads swings and hits both moist cheeks and repeat everything from the start?and as I cupped his balls and sucked he gushed with a loud moan and a mountain of thick cum entered my mouth and dribbled from my lips. Thanks babe your fucking good he said walking off without me licking him clean.

Suddenly I noticed that the car park emptied and the reason why soon became clear..a police car a traffic duty Range Rover entered the car park and parked in between me and the exit blocking me in.The tall well built police man who got out was middle aged seemed very stern and authoritative. I smiled as sweetly as I could and thought he looked divine in his dark uniform, he smelt of clean soap and a nice warm cologne, then the world stopped for me I was so lucky I went into a trance, handcuffs, he was wearing handcuffs and a baton did he have a whip or ankle restraints I wondered. Was he my night in shining body armour here to rescue this cum slut and transform her into his sissy princess dressed in white with pointy shoes and pretty bows.

My trance broke when he clapped his hands together and said "stand up out of the car and turn around and face the engine" and as I bent forward eagerly thinking my luck was in he ran his hands over me like he was inspecting a horse. Grope my ass I thought please please.More to follow.

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 2

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 2 continued

A story by Miss Victoria B Miller.

By the time I was out of town I felt truly femme once again, stopping at a car park to finish my face, get my hair arranged and do all my nails. I'd all but done and was applying the quick drying loreal pink nail varnish to my toenails by putting my mule clad foot on the car?s rear bumper and applying the bright pink varnish carefully when a car pulled into the parking lot. There I was with my bottom in the air. Anyhow no way was I going to let the varnish get ruined so I completed the last toe and minced my way round this time to the passenger seat. I sat down waited to see what the two guys would do. Hopefully they would think my boyfriend was on his way back.

There I was feeling very sub femme looking at two fit guys, and here I was wearing sexy gear, thinking I was safe I relaxed and applied the full free sample of channel number 5 on my hair cloths and panties mmmmmm and I felt nice enough to just stroke myself lazily and dream of two cocks and if? "I will just check my lips" I thought out loud. To my alarm however, when I looked in the rear view mirror I realised that I'd over done the mascara and the lip liner and I looked a real slut, no way would I be seen as the sub femme baby doll sweet girl I was but because of that bitch dom Susan I reasoned, I had been turned into an outdoor slut

I'm a slut I repeated I?'m a slut. Ten minutes went by and mmmm I wasn't the only one who had seen my mascara and pouting sucking lips. The older guy with the large beer belly and greasy hair was coming over to my car window his hands over the large nice bulge in his jeans. "You okay love", he mouthed "what are you", is all I heard him say as his working mans hands with dirt encrusted nails tapped on my window. "I'm a slut", I said to myself Gosh, I now felt a long way from my dom Susan and the lovely femme house I kept for her as her sub, I wanted to run and cry. What should I do, what am I doing here I asked myself. "I'm a stupid slut a stupid slut, a stupid girly slut", I repeated this time angrily out loud. He nodded "yes you are", and said in a Bolton Peter Kay accent "now you stupid girly slut open the window love I need a light fpr muy cigi", ughhh I hate fat Northern guys who smell of chip fat, pies, beer and fags..then I did as a good slut does , I opened the window and as I offered him the cigarette lighter he caught my hand and rubbed its back against his jeans.

Maybe it was the way that my dom had trained me but my instinct was to smile sexily pout lick my lips and gentle start to stroke him, before I knew it I was following the cum straight away procedure instructions that I had been trained to follow at our house parties. Gentle strokes cup the balls unzip the fly look up submissively smile sweetly, and as the cock unfolds catch it in your outstretch tongue. Wrap your tongue around it and draw it into your mouth. Good girl. Slowly start to suck while feeling his balls. Draw it deep in ten sucks until its touching your throat. Withdraw completely, before holding his waist. count to five open mouth engage cock. Then clamp lips hard and waggle the head. He shot his load of fish pie in to my mouth, I had been trained not to gag and did not do so but this guy stank of stale wank and sweat. Licking my lips and wiping off each drop of cum as I had been trained to I looked up and I smiled and said "thank you darling that was simply very very lovely thank you for letting me eat your cum."

Then I noticed the next guy was waiting in the queue and the car park was filling up. Obviously this was one of those dogging places and these guys mostly married straight men all drank in the same pubs and all had mobile phones.

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 1

Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 1

A story by Miss Victoria B Miller

The week had been a real bitch and even my plans for the end of the week were starting to go wrong. Susan my dom had decided that she wasn't going out after all with her friends and she was staying in. I wear pretty things 24/7 but had been naughty and as a punishment Susan had said that I had to wear some horrid prickly trousers, shirt and flat laced ugly shoes.
She had forbidden me access to anything girlie. I was going to use the opportunity to change into some lovely frills I had hidden away when I done the ironing earlier, I had told her I was taking the dog for a walk and luckily for me the shops were still open.I drove with the dog in the back to the nearest other town and ran into the charity shop before it closed choosing the smuttiest stuff I could find a nice short mini skirt with sparkly bits, a loose off the shoulder top and a net over blouse all in black and a pair of 4" mules and matching silver handbag , jangly earrings and nearly matching beads.Ten quid the lot. Next I ran to boots and picked up some panties and some jet black mesh footless tights, bright pink lipstick, pink nail varnish a deep pink lip liner eyeliner and extra black mascara some pan-stick, I skipped back to the car breathless with excitement slipping into each piece of divine clothing at each traffic light. By the time I was out of town I felt truly femme once again, stopping at a car park to finish my face, get my hair arranged and do all my nails. I'd all but done and was applying the quick drying loreal pink nail varnish to my toenails by putting my mule clad foot on the car's rear bumper and applying the bright pink varnish carefully when a car pulled into the parking lot. There I was with my bottom in the air anyhow no way was I going to let the varnish get ruined so I completed the last toe and minced my way round this time to the passenger seat.I sat down waited to see what the two guys would do. Hopefully they would think my boyfriend was on his way back.more to follow

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Why do women wear bras

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Why wear a bra?

Over 90% of North American women wear a bra, many without ever asking why. This article talks about different reasons women give for wearing a bra. Interestingly, bra wearing is not a necessity for most women for their breasts' sake; it is worn for cultural reasons.

A brief history of bras

Before 1900s, there is very little evidence of garments that could be considered bras. In ancient history, there are mentions of a strip of cloth tied under the breasts to support and to reveal them, or strip of cloth tied around the breasts to flatten them.
The corset became popular starting in the 1500s, and its one function was to lift and shape breasts upward. The modern bra with its two separate cups was gradually developed from the corset in the early 20th century, in an attempt to manufacture a more comfortable underwear piece.

Today, the bra has "evolved" from simple underwear into a sexual garment, in order to emphasize the sexual nature of breasts. This can be readily seen, for example, by the terminology used to advertise bras: enticing, hot, ravishing, seducing, etc. It is no wonder feminists symbolically threw their bras into the trash in the 60s. Even today, going braless is sometimes connected with feminism. Still, putting feminism aside, there are actually some health reasons for not wearing bras.

Do you or your breasts really feel more comfortable with or without bras?
Most women who are used to wearing bras feel uncomfortable without bras, but this is a question of habit and of individual perception. Your body likely feels most comfortable without any clothing on, assuming the temperature in your environment would allow that. Also, most women are so used to bras that they don't even notice the possible slight discomfort from bras.
But if you think about it, you might be able to sense some discomfort and tightness from your bra. When you take your bra off, do you feel something similar to the feeling when you have eaten your belly full at a restaurant, and you loosen your belt a little? Can you possibly even see little red marks on your skin after taking bra off? If you answer yes to these questions, your breasts may be trying to tell you something!
"Asked if a bra is uncomfortable, most women will respond "no", even though the evidence is there. This may be the result of conditioning towards certain social "rules" actually outweighing the physical discomfort. In other words, it is more uncomfortable to be braless in today's society."A New Look At Breast Cancer By Brian Sanderoff and Craig N. Fryer
Bras and breast cancer risk

Bra-wearing has been linked to breast cancer in a study done by Sidney Ross Singer and Soma Grismaijer. They found, for example, that women who wore a bra 24 hours a day had a 113-fold increase in breast cancer incidence compared to women who wore bra less than 12 hours daily! They suggest that bras exert enough pressure to the breast and surrounding areas to inhibit the flow of lymph, which then causes toxins and other waste material to remain in the breasts instead of being flushed out.
Now, this effect may be due to the fact that most women just wear the wrong size bra that is too tight somewhere. No one has done any studies investigating the link between breast cancer and how well the woman's bra fits. Either way, for your breast health's sake it is better to avoid wearing bras whenever possible, and for those occasions when you do need one, get well-fitting bras.

So why do women wear a bra?

"Because breasts need to be supported."This is largely a myth: "...wearing a bra... has no medical necessity whatsoever", says Susan M. Love, M.D in her "Dr. Susan Love's Breast Book". Breasts were fine before the invention of brasserie. This is similar to the myth that women supposedly need corsets to support their stomach muscles. Now, large-breasted women may find that they need the support from bras, and that going braless gives them pain. Jogging and other active sports may be painful even for medium-breasted ladies. This is, however, an individual thing, so try it out and do what is comfortable for you. In one study large-breasted women removed the weight of breasts from their shoulders for two weeks, either by going braless or by wearing a strapless bra. Only one woman chose a strapless bra and all the others went braless. The researchers monitored the women for muscle pain and tenderness. Seventy-nine percent of patients decided to remove breast weight from the shoulder permanently because it rendered them symptom free!(Ryan, EL, Pectoral girdle myalgia in women: a 5-year study in a clinical setting. Clin J Pain. 2000 Dec;16(4):298-303.If you need or want to wear a bra, find one that is fitting. Be especially careful about the underwires and side panels, because if the fit is not just right, the underwire can poke into the breast tissue, and the side panels can create extra pressure and tightness. Consider getting fitted right with a professional fitter. Also, give your breasts "free time". Take your bra off whenever you can, such as at home. At the very least do not wear it to sleep. Also, while bras do give breasts support, they do not ultimately prevent your breasts from sagging. Gravity will eventually take its effect. There is actually some evidence that bras can even increase sagging. One possible reason for that is that the breast has ligaments, and since other bodily ligaments can atrophy when not in use, the same might happen to the breast ligaments under the constant artificial support from the bra, resulting in increased sagginess. Another possible reason for bra-wearing increasing sagginess is IF a woman wears an ill-fitting bra, which may force some of the breast tissue to "migrate", resulting in differently shaped breasts than otherwise.

"Because I feel immoral or indecent without bras."This is actually a strange contrast to the sexual nature of bras. While many women accentuate the sexuality of their breasts with bras, equally many or more feel that bras are sort of a necessary "modest covering" for breasts. Is morality really dependent upon the type of underwear you wear? Women who feel this way have often been made to believe that their breasts are "dirty" body parts that need "tucked away" from sight; and bras become the means of doing so. Considering breasts as baby feeders, and realizing that breasts do NOT have to be considered a special sexual body part (such as genitals) can liberate these women from a mental "bondage" — and they can then liberate their breasts from the physical bondage, as well.

"In all of my questioning, I've found no one who has ever been able to tell me what it is about the human female breast that is so immoral, obscene, or indecent. Nor has anyone ever been able to produce anatomical facts supporting the general concept that women's breasts are primarily for sex. I've concluded that the female breast is the most misunderstood part of the human anatomy. The sight of one (that's not being used for sexual or commercial purposes) is only detrimental if you want it to be." by Whitney R. McCleskey, TERA articles page
"Just a note to those who've commented before that bras give the female body a cleaner look. After I came across this site, that too was my first thought (and I am someone who has refused to wear bras for most of my life). However, as soon as I had that thought, I caught myself. Of course I (and some of you) think that - that's what our society has taught us. It has taught us that there is something a bit disgusting or wrong about breasts that aren't bound. When this kind of thinking has been pumped into you since day 1, it's obviously very difficult to overcome. I hope that someday we as a society will realize just how silly it is to believe that breasts must be bound to be beautiful or normal. It is just as silly as the old Chinese tradition of binding Chinese women's feet in order to make them beautiful." Renee
"Because everybody does so, or in other words the unspoken rules of society so dictate." This is a common reason for wearing bras, and in many situations we women do have to comform to the modern society's dress code.

"I need to wear bras for my job since it's the dress code."Bras may be in the dress code; however if you'd rather not wear a bra for whatever reason, you still have some options:
Try a camisole/vest . A good camisole made out of elastic material will give some support to your breasts so they don't bounce around, and you will probably be surprised how little people notice. Companies that require bras may not have a policy that defines what a bra is. Some cropped camisoles look very much like bras. Some camisoles even have adjustable straps like a bra. Basically, if it looks professional, it should be OK.

Try some other alternative for bra, such as bra cups worn inside the clothing.
Try change the company's policy. I am not guaranteeing this will work; however in some situations it might be a viable option.

"Because I hate the thought of my breasts sagging so much." Bras provide support for the breasts and keep breasts from sagging while you wear them. This is often considered to be the "norm" or the dress code for professionals or otherwise. Some of us may also find discomfort in the sweat that collects under sagging breasts. But dress code aside, I hope women will realize how normal sagging is. We get so brainwashed by the media images of young perky breasts that we no longer know what is normal. In reality it is perfectly NORMAL for adult breasts to be hanging in a lower, relaxed position. Check our gallery for pictures of normal breasts. Also, it is good to realize that bras do not ultimately prevent your breasts from sagging. Gravity will eventually take its effect, sooner or later. Two scientific studies have even shown that wearing a bra causes the breasts to sag more. "A mistaken popular belief maintains that wearing a bra strengthens your breasts and prevents their eventual sagging. But you sag because of the proportion of fat and tissue in your breasts, and no bra changes that."Susan M. Love, M.D. in her "Dr. Susan Love's Breast Book."

Discomform from sweat and 'slapping': "I, myself, experience discomfort from NOT wearing a bra, due to the way in which sweat collects under my breasts (I live in Dixie), and how my breasts slap painfully against the skin underneath when I move quickly. In fact, due to the fact that I am not a very restfull sleeper, I usually wear a comfortable sports bra to bed."Abi Bell If you suffer with a sweat rash under the breasts, one idea is to apply a good medicated body powder (not talc) after you have washed every day. One visitor suggested Lanacane as a good one.
"Because I want to give the illusion of a larger breast size."This especially happens among teenagers who are very self-conscious if their breasts end up on the smaller end of the scale. Small-breasted and flat-chested women often pad their bras or perhaps use other means to fill up the bra cup, such as silicone breast enhancers.If the society wouldn't have such a craze about large breasts being better, these girls and women wouldn't need to feel so self-conscious about this issue!
"Because they jump up and down while I exercise and do sports." Sports bras can be extremely helpful in reducing breast bouncing while running or doing other types of active sports. Slight movement of breasts is probably just helpful, because movement of breasts aids the lymph flow. You need to judge the situation based on the type of activity.
"...when are we going to start to respect the body, nature, and women properly? In many parts of the world the breast is considered an important organ, not an icon of sexuality. That, I'm afraid, is an invention of our culture, and a sad one at that."A New Look At Breast Cancer By Brian Sanderoff, Craig N. Fryer
"Because I am breastfeeding and I need to wear nursing bras." Nursing moms (or pregnant women) are indeed told to buy nursing bras and wear them. There is no medical necessity to wear nursing bras either. Of course nursing bras is a handy way to hide the leaking of breast milk, and maybe you want to wear one in order to avoid society's pressure.However be careful because wearing a nursing bra may cause breast engorgement or sore breasts. It might be safer just place a towel under you during the night to catch the leakage, and not worry about breast milk spots on your T-shirts at home, where you can easily go brafree. We got a comment from one experienced mom whose engorgement troubles were over when she quit wearing a bra:"I stumbled on your site trying to find some information about the link between breast cancer and breastfeeding. I breastfed my four kids all for an extended time. The youngest is six so it has been a while....I found something that really helped me with my babies.You know how they tell you that you need to wear a bra when you are beginning to breastfeed? I would wake up after finally getting some sleep with a huge bra-shaped engorged breast. With my last two children I decided to go braless during those times and just let the breasts drip. It was very effective for me for treating and preventing engorgement. I think the movement of the breasts also probably helped keep them from getting hard. The bras I ended up wearing the most during those nursing years were some old thin sports bras that my sister had handed off to me. It did elicit some comments ("You need a new bra") but it was probably more natural than those other nursing bras that didn't work well for me." Thanks for your site.Peggy

So should I wear one or not?
The choice to wear or not to wear a bra is yours. Many women are very used to wearing bras, and feel uncomfortable in public without them. Social occasions may require you to wear one.
Bra wearing is not going to kill you (or 'kill' your breasts) if you follow the simple guideline of giving your breasts free time as much as you can - at home, while sleeping. And, if you wear one, remember to always wear a good fitting bra. It should not leave marks on your shoulders or under your breasts, or feel tight. Find a professional bra fitter. Or order custom-made ones. Don't sacrifice your breast health to fashion.
We also got word about bra accessories that can make bra wearing more comfortable or deal with problems with bras and clothing - things such as Shoulder Ease which reduces the pressure bra straps put on shoulders, or Strap-Mate which prevents bra straps from falling (and also often improves posture).
Some bra alternatives
There are many healthy alternatives for dressing brafree (some women prefer the positive term "brafree" rather than "braless" because they say women don't really need to wear bras).
Camisoles are inexpensive, and there is a huge variety at many department stores with variety of fabrics and weights, from silk to cotton. Some have straps similar to those of a bra, with adjustable clasps, so others may assume that a bra is being worn or that there is a bra under the camisole. You can find thin and/or cropped camis for summer.
Men's singlet undershirts, also called A-shirts, sleeveless undershirts, etc. They are inexpensive and comfortable.
Vests, similar to those of a man's 3-piece suit, over a blouse at work to hide breast outline or movement.
Shirts with pockets over both breasts; extra fabric layer conceals.
New alternatives include tops with two layers in front and one in back.
Loosely fitted tops.
A Bra Top fro BlueCanoe.com - supportive and shaping due to a careful cut and stretch cotton/lycra.
Or simply wear no undergarment depending on weather, confidence, self image, and nature of overgarment.
NuBra is just two adhesive cups that you place on your breasts. They keep the nipple from showing through clothing, if that is a concern.
A similar concept is the Bust Free Bra Cups. They have two cups that cling to the material of the fitting shirt or dress you wear.
While technically a bra, ZeeBraz is an interesting new kind of bra - developed to allow a woman the freedom to breathe and move and to allow the breasts to be supported in their natural position without being constricted.
Sources and information
A mini history of the corset
The 'Purpose' of the bra from Breastnotes.com
Prevention and Treatment of Fibrocystic Breast Disease Case histories of women who found relief from fibrocystic disease by going bra-free.
Breast Massage for better health
Self Care For Your BreastsInstructions with pictures how to massage your breasts to help the lymphatic flow.
Bra sizing and fitting tips - plus websites offering comfortable bras.
Could a sports bra be for everyday use?
GoingBraLess.net discussion forum
Bras suck - a community for those who hate bras.

See alsoWhy women wear brasDo bras prevent sagging?Breast size varies a lotFibrocystic breast disease & breast painBras and breast cancer


ARE BRAS REALLY...a necessary garment?

Are bra's good for us?Article by Mavis Davis
The 'purpose' of the bra from Breastnotes.com

WHY THE FUSS ABOUT BREASTS?
THEY ARE JUST FATTY PROTRUSIONS TO NOURISH BABIES!

Burlesque hairstyles

Burlesque hair

From Burlesque Baby Blog

Are you prepared to give yourself the ultimate hair-mare?

You will need:•

Hair pins•

Hairspray•

Patience (and lots of it)

I've separated the hair part to it's own post because it is the most complicated, fiddly task of all (blame those old-movie stars and their hairdressers). See, burlesque performers and old-movie stars used rollers to create curls and pile their hair up into elaborate styles that literally took hours to achieve. Women in the 20's and 30's wore very tight waves made using rollers and the World War II pin-ups wore ringlets at the front of their heads or created one big roll with all their hair.If your hair is long like mine, you had better make sure you're alone before attempting to style your hair because this will have you swearing like nothing else will!I'm going to go through one method of styling hair that is easy for everyone. Well, easy-ish!FirstBrush your hair so that it is tangle-free, then make a ponytail with the front part of your hair. (If you have curly hair, straighten this part before you secure it). Back comb it slightly so it stands up like a quiff and secure it with LOTS of pins and hairspray.Burlesque haircare tip: if you have shoulder-length hair, you could pin the ponytail into one curl just above your forehead and spray it into place.ThenYou can use rollers to put the rest of your hair into ringlets, or make a sleek bun at the back of your head. Secure it well so it doesn't fall out in the middle of the street!AndIf you want to, you can add false (or real) flowers, gemstones, any accessory you want really to make it stand out. British burlesque performer Immodesty Blaize pins jeweled birds and butterflies into hers!Good luck with the hair styling!A final word to all burlesque girls:Be unique. If you like blue, go for a blue theme. If you have a thing for stripes, find a stripy outfit (or make one if you're that way inclined). There are plenty of accessories around with strawberry or cherry designs- you could plan an outfit around that, or around your favourite piece of jewelery.Adapt the look to your own style and you can't go that far wrong!If you want to learn more about the world of Burlesque, Dita von Teese's book "Burlesque and the Art of The Teese" is great, with some truly gorgeous pictures and inspiration.You can get Dita's book, Burlesque and the Art of the Teese here.Good luck ladies!

Burlesque

A recent U.S. study has confirmed what men have instinctively known for centuries - that an hourglass figure complete with a tiny waist and curvaceous hips is seriously sexy.According to the University of Texas, the formula for a perfect figure - and one guaranteed to turn the heads of the opposite sex - involves dividing your waist by your hip measurement (this needs to include your bottom).Anything below 0.8 is considered a healthy result, but the smaller your waist to hip ratio WHR), the more sexually alluring your figure.For example, the classic pin-up dimensions of 36- 24-36 gives a WHR of 0.66.So, science may have come up with a solution for sure-fire sex appeal, but why is a small WHR so alluring to men?"It’s all down to the male’s unconscious assessment of a female’s sexual and reproductive capabilities - it’s a primeval response," says study author, Professor Devendra Singh."The classic hourglass figure tells a man three important things at a glance: first, the woman is not already pregnant; second, a narrow waist shows that she is of reproductive age; and third, she is healthy and free from disease."Hardly the most romantic of reasons, but a tiny waist, it seems, is every woman’s secret weapon in the seduction stakes and one that fashion has helped us maximize for several centuries.The corset dates back 3,000 years and has been worn to devastating effect by femme fatales ranging from showgirls to superstars.Today, minuscule midriffs are championed by Dita Von Teese (hers measures just 161⁄2 in in a corset) and the Pussycat Dolls, and make a regular appearance on the red carpet and the catwalk.Just look at Alexander McQueen’s Spring/Summer show, all pony skin corsets and waist-nipping jackets, and the body-bandaging Herve Leger number actress Emily Blunt wore to the Golden Globes.In a world of emaciated models and celebrities, this look champions femininity and sex appeal and is a million miles away from La La Land’s size zeros.Posh may have a 23in waist, but she’s no poster girl for this trend, proving skeletal can never be mistaken for sexy.As the adage goes, men do like a little something to grab hold of, and thanks to Lifestyle’s six-step plan, you can create killer curves in all the right places.The ExerciseCelebrity trainer David Kirsch recommends seated twists combined with a medicine ball for extra waist-slimming resistance.Sit down with your legs bent, feet flat on the floor in front of you.Holding the medicine ball in both hands, rock backwards slightly to engage your stomach muscles as you lift your feet off the floor.Holding the ball out in front of you, elbows slightly bent, rotate your shoulders round and twist from the waist from left to right, feeling your abdominal muscles working at the front and sides of your stomach.Swivel left and right 15 times, rest and repeat twice more. Perform this exercise on alternate days for a slimmer, trimmer midriff.The TreatmentArasys stimulates circulation by using pulsating waves to contract and tone muscles, and claims it can help to reduce that unsightly overhang by up to 9in after a single session.From £25, each 17-minute treatment is the equivalent of performing 300 sit-ups and can help boost your natural metabolic rate to burn off stored fat.A two-week course of treatments will soon help sculpt a curvier silhouette.The PoseDesk-bound jobs, weak muscles and ageing all contribute to poor posture that can leave your figure looking squat and dumpy, especially around your middle."Essentially, if you stoop and haven’t got the muscle tone to hold your posture properly, your ribcage drops down towards your pelvis, meaning your waist disappears," says body-conditioning expert Marja Putkisto.To help realign and lengthen your trunk, Marja recommends the Bow Stretch.Start by standing side on to a wall, your feet together. Lift the arm nearest the wall, bend your elbow and lean your arm against the wall, your fingers pointing down to the floor.Create a bow shape by tilting your rib cage to the right, increasing the space between your lowest left rib and your hipbone.Hold the position and breathe in deeply allowing your diaphragm to rise inside your ribcage, while pulling your abdominals back towards your spine.Pause, and at the end of the exhalation, pull your navel in more and squeeze your buttocks to pull up your pelvic floor muscles.Repeat three times before switching to the other side.The ProductTackle unsightly bulges with Bliss Fat Girl Slim, £35, available at www.blisslondon.co.uk.This rub-in cream, laced with caffeine, comes with a special applicator, helping to break up fat cells under the skin, leaving your stomach and hips smooth and more streamlined.The makers claims that in three weeks, you’ll have a firmer, leanerlooking waist.The diet tipIncrease the amount of fresh food, fruit and vegetables you eat to boost your fibre intake.Fibre helps keep your digestive system working efficiently, cleaning the digestive wall to ensure food is quickly and effectively digested.Food that stays undigested in your system longer than 24 hours will release gases that leave you looking permanently bloated.Be sure to incorporate plenty of the following into your diet:■ Apples to increase your fibre content.■ Non-fat, plain yoghurt to increase your friendly bacteria.■ Grapefruit, because it’s high in B vitamins, good for any weightloss programme.■ Sauerkraut, which keeps your bowels moving.■ Brocoli, which provides many nutrients for your hormones to produce enzymes.Finally, take time to chew your food. It’s not just about what you eat, but also how you eat it, and smaller fragments of food are easier for your system to break down.The Fashion fixGood underpinnings can make all the difference to your torso.It’s a touch Bridget Jones and definitely better concealed under clothes than displayed au naturel, but the Spanx Hide & Sleek Hi-Rise Body Smoother, £45, starts just below your bra line and extends down to mid-thigh, flattening out the bulging bits in between and creating a cinched waist.If this sounds a bit extreme and seriously unsexy, try Agent Provocateur’s Waspie, £98. Front fastening and made from duchess satin, the luxurious outer shell conceals steel spiral boning for ultimate control.Alternatively, die-hard fashionistas should opt for the 3.1 Philip Lim belt, £120. This elasticated waist-clincher has two leather panels at the front joined by a linking brass buckle, ensuring you achieve the hourglass shape of the season.

Burlesque: performance art or stripping?

It's risqué, decadent and entertaining. Burlesque delights in an image of glamour, mischief and sauciness, and attracts a sophisticated following. It may come as quite a surprise, then, that in one London borough it has been categorised along with strip clubs and lap-dancing acts.
After three years of running the popular Be burlesque night, the Proud gallery in north London has been told by Camden council it needs to apply for an adult entertainment licence.
"It's unbelievable," says Alex Proud, the club's owner. "Burlesque is not about naked women. It's about the art of removing clothes. It's nearer to theatre or dance than erotica."
Since the story was picked up by the local press a week ago, it has been sparking debates over whether burlesque dancing is art or a sex act.
An acrobatic burlesque artist. Photograph: PR Feminists have been quick to highlight burlesque's suggestive nature, claiming it is another damaging portrayal of women as sex objects.
Fans are vociferously defending their 'guilty' pleasure. "It's an acceptable way to enjoy naughtiness", says Robert Harding, a 37-year-old recruitment consultant and burlesque fan. "I could admit to my girlfriend that a burlesque dancer turns me on, but I could never get away with saying the same thing about a lap dancer."
Burlesque existed for centuries as a theatrical form based on comedy and satire. It only adopted its signature erotic tone over the last century.
It was revived in the UK during the 90s, and has seen an explosion in popularity in the noughties, with the launch of events like the London Burlesque Festival in 2007 and the birth of Club Noir in Glasgow, which can host up to 2,000 people.
With its lavish performances and extravagant costumes, it's hard to associate burlesque with the sleaze of strip clubs. Yes, it's titillating, but unashamedly so. Rarely do we get a chance to stimulate our sexual senses in such a publicly acceptable way.
It's a bold move for Camden council to go against the grain and classify burlesque as sexually explicit as a lap-dancing joint. It could be an early sign of a shift in values; a step towards a tainted image of burlesque.
Perhaps it's natural that anything slightly risqué will attract dissenting comment. Take striptease itself - today its reputation is far from cultured, but when it was first pioneered in wartime Britain it was considered an art form. The Whitehall Follies, for instance, were one of the UK's earliest acts, founded in 1942. They were a huge hit and described by theatre critics as a breath of fresh air for embattled Britain.
Or consider nude photography. It originated as a stylised depiction of the human body. The artists' aim was to show off the female form, not to make their subjects sexually suggestive. The original concept seems to have been lost on today's photographers and glamour models. Is it inevitable that anything remotely taboo declines in status over time?
Extravagant outfits are all part of the burlesque act. Photograph: PR Alex Proud has been forced to stop the burlesque performances at his venue. "I am not going to apply for an adult licence. It's expensive and the residents would undoubtedly object. Nor do I want the stigma of having adult entertainment status.
"What's ironic is that since I stopped the burlesque performance, I've employed normal sexy female dancers. They are far more overt, far less appealing to a female audience and far more suggestive than the burlesque dancers."
Vicky Butterfly, 25, was part of the burlesque act. "I'm a performance artist, not at all a stripper. Camden council even funded my burlesque dancing training at Central St Martins college; now they've taken the work away from me.
"I've read the legislation over and over again and I don't see how it applies to us. We are not displaying genitalia. Many of my acts have full body suits. Legislating about what we can do with our bodies cheapens the view of sensuality."
A spokesperson for Camden council said: "We are not preventing burlesque troupes from performing in the borough. Under our licensing policy any premises that want to offer entertainment involving nudity, striptease or other entertainment of an adult nature simply need to check with us to ensure they have the necessary approvals."
One local authority's enforcement of the law is unlikely to deter burlesque fans. But the row is another dent in burlesque's reputation as a prestigious art form, and provides more ammunition for detractors who associate it with sleaze.

Women and drink

Millions of middle-class women are drinking far more alcohol than they thought, according to official figures revealed.
The surge has been revealed after the Government was forced to revise consumption calculations because of the trend towards larger wine glasses.
It means up to a third of women are drinking beyond safe limits every week - much higher than previous estimates.
The shock statistics also reveal the more you earn, the more you drink - with those in higher income groups consuming 30 per cent more alcohol than the working classes.
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Drinking problem: Middle-class women are most at risk from over drinking
Overall, the report by the Office for National Statistics shows that millions of drinkers - men and women - who thought they were sticking within safe limits are exceeding them and leaving themselves at higher risk of liver disease and certain types of cancer.

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It confirms the warning by Public Health Minister Dawn Primarolo last year when she said the most serious drinking problem was from middleclass, middle-aged people.
She told MPs: "That is where the serious and dramatic harm is increasing."
The ONS found that those in managerial and professional jobs drink 15.1 units a week, against 11.6 for those in routine and manual occupations.
Those in the very highest income brackets have even more.
Under the old calculation system, a glass of wine was one unit. Now it counts as two units and the change means professionals are drinking up to 50 per cent more than the old figures showed.

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Female bosses of small businesses are drinking 10.1 units a week - up from the previous 5.5 units estimate.
Sarah Jarvis, a GP in London, said: "This is not scaremongering - this is a disaster.
"Older people think that because they are not going out vomiting in the street they are not binge drinkers but it is simply not true.
"I see thirty-somethings and forty-somethings with real health problems.
"A lot of them are holding down full-time jobs and don't think they have a problem.
"These people share a bottle of wine with their partner every night as well as having gin and tonics before supper."
The new calculations reveal the average woman drinks 9.0 units a week, compared to 6.2 units under the old method.
Men are drinking 18.7 units a week, compared to 14.8 as previously thought.
Overall, people are drinking a third more than they thought, and the gap between men and women is reducing.
And far more people are exceeding guideline amounts of two to three units a day for women and three to four for men.
The proportion of women drinking too much has leapt from a fifth to a third under the new calculations, while 40 per cent of men drink more than the guidelines.
The ONS report, which is based its 2006 General Household Survey of 16,500 homes, also overturned a national myth, showing that English people drink more than those in Scotland - 13.7 units compared to
One in five men and one in ten women questioned said they had drunk on five days in the previous week.
If the old calculations had been applied to the figures, alcohol consumption appears to be falling.
But Eileen Goddard, of the ONS, said figures suggesting a drop had to be treated with caution.
She added: "It may be that people are even more unwilling than they have been in the past to tell us how much they drink so we have got more of an underreporting problem."
Actual consumption may be higher than the report suggests because of under-reporting by those questioned, fewer young people taking part in the ONS study, and previous underestimations of alcohol in wine, she said.
Conservative health spokesman Mike Penning said: "This Government, with its 24-hour drinking legislation, is sending out all the wrong messages on alcohol consumption."
• Off-licences and supermarkets could have to print their names on cans and bottles of alcohol under proposed laws to combat binge drinking.
The radical plan would expose which shops are selling drink to under-age youngsters when they are caught by police.
A Whitehall source said: "There are still too many shops selling booze to kids and this will help police target the worst offenders.
"But there are also adults who go in and buy drink for kids. These plans will let supermarkets and shops know if this is happening."
Stores such as Sainsbury, Tesco, Asda and Morrisons would also be banned from offering huge discounts which mean cans of lager can cost as little as 20p each.
The proposals are part of a Government review of 24-hour licensing to be published next month.

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Vickys first time in public

Vicky first time in Pubic



A story by Miss Victoria B Miller


I can still remember the first time I dressed up as a girl, I went into my sisters I was aged about 7 or 8 and I was off school. Despite my bit of flu I had a great time trying on all her dresses and underwear. As the years went by this became a regular occurrence, even loving one girlfriend who always made me up as her girlfriend when I was 9 until about 12 and she moved out of town. Now I was 14 going on 16 everyone was away on a holiday and yet again I was drawn to my sisters clothes. After a day or two of trying them on I ventured into my mums more perfume boudoir. In the drawers I found a real hair wig that my mum had in her room, it was long, soft and blond. Back in my sisters room I put on a pair of my her teenage panties and bra, then proceeded to gather more items. Before I knew it I was standing in some black leather pants, and a tight girl white t-shirt that said SEXY in pink glitter across the chest. Like a scene from grease. The pants felt great, nice and tight, hugging my ass which made it look so sexy and hot. I then proceeded to try my hand with some make-up and before I knew it I looked like a completely different person. I couldn't believe it! I was shaking from the excitement on how good I actually looked. In the mirror the young woman I saw was beautiful, blond, red lips, black mascara and sexy. Bad Sandy. I stood their in the best bad Sandy girlie pose from the film that I could think off wondering what it would be like to be a total young woman and go dancing with a young man.


For the most part, despite my fantasies, at least in the beginning, I never really found men all that attractive. But as the years went by experiencing different things and becoming more in tuned to my feminine self, I become totally attracted to men. The best ones for me are the masculine, alpha-male types. I love a man who when they hold me in there arms I feel powerless to their touch. Well, tonight was the night, at the age of 18 I finally made my mind up to venture beyond my parents house. But what was the right outfit, I wanted to be totally convincing and I wanted sex. With everyone away again, I went to my locker in the garage where I kept my developing collection of Sandy gear, both good and bad, I had spent my spending money and part time wages as a student on cloths as well as raiding my sisters place and her friends,

Anyhow; Tonight I was going to be bad so I pulled out a black leather goth tight skirt. To go with it I had a black corset with pink ribbons, a lovely silk lace blouse with ribbon ties and a pair of 4 inch heeled black knee high boots. I also had these great black silk panties and that go great with the skirt. I took all of my stuff including make-up, put it in a bag and go to my old red mini car. First I put some fashion mags on the side seat along with my handbag, vanity make up case and some soft pink toys that I knew my sister used in her car, a spray of mums perfume gave it a different feel and off I drove. After about an hour of driving around I find a car park along side the road. I figured it will be a good place to stop and start changing into my other self, in which I've named Vicky. The first thing I do is strip completely naked, I look around nervously to so if anyone can see me, but the cars are few and far between. It was pretty dark at this rest stop, which was basically a pull off on the side of the road with picnic tables and a few trees. I then started in on my make-up, getting the base down before I put my wig on. Then I slid my panties on which feel so nice on me, hugging me in all the right places. The skirt wriggled on next, then the corset and finally the lace blouse. I put on loads of black mascara and eyeliner, which really makes my eyes look so sexy, and then I followed that with some blue eye shadow and some deep red gloss lippy..

It wasn't until I started on my red lipstick that I noticed someone walking toward my car. My stomach turned and I got so nervous. I didn't know what they wanted, nor how they would react to me. The next thing I know he was at my window, he gave a little wave as he looked in on me, so I slowly rolled the window down. He asked me how my night was going, where I was headed, things like that. I answered in a low sexy voice that I was just on my way home and got tired so I stopped here for a few hours. I couldn't get over how cute he was, a trimmed goatee, sexy wavy blond hair, a nice build that my skinny ass feel even skinnier, which I liked. He was wearing a dark t-shirt and some jeans with a classy brown belt and silver buckle. I only remember the buckle because I couldn't help but glance down there from time to time as we talked to get a look at his crotch. Eventually I felt comfortable enough that I got out of the car and we chatted on just various things. I could tell it was just small talk leading into what he really had in mind, which I knew was my ruby red lips around his cock.

What was nice is that I suspect that he knew the whole time I wasn't really a girl, but treated me as if I were one the whole time, this turned me on so much. With a laugh he would do a little teasing touch to my arm like he was testing the waters, trying to see how far he could go.I would slowly get closer to him until we were only inches apart, still talking our nonsense about whatever. The next thing I know he leaned in and I was attracted straight to his lips as we met and kissed right by my car. I was wondering if anyone else could see me, but at the time no one else mattered, because this guy totally hit my hot buttons, and now I knew I was going to give it to him. As we deepened our kiss I felt his hand slide down to my ass and he gave it a little squeeze. I let out a girl moan as he caught me by surprise. I had my hands on his broad chest at the time, but I couldn't resist and I slid one of them down to the bulge in his pants.He broke the kiss and looked around. He ask me to follow him, so he took me by the hand guiding me down this concreted path. I could hear my heeled boots tapping so loud as I walked. He led me to this tree and leaned up against it. I was so hot by then that I immediately dropped to my knees, I had to see what he had down there. I unbuckled, unzipped, and out sprung a semi-erect beauty. It was long and thick, the kind that will intimidate you at first look when it's just hanging there in front of you. I bet he was at least 8 inches maybe 9 and I was so hot for it.I took it in my mouth, hearing him moan as he felt my warm wet lips wrap around him. I ran my tongue under the head of his dick as I began to take in more of him. I felt him place his hands on the back of my head, putting a little pressure to go deeper and deeper, in which I desperately wanted to do. He was so massive that I couldn't take him all the way in, so I was gagging on him after so many inches. Being somewhat experienced at sucking cock, I have been able to relax my throat enough to swallow a thinner cock, but his was too thick, occasionally it would slide all the way down my throat, but it didn't stay there for long.I sucked him to a rhythm as his hip began to gyrate. By this time he was fully erect, filling my mouth completely. I grabbed his dick with my hand and ran the length of it, still sucking him with my ruby reds. I cupped his cum filled balls, massaging them. Occasionally I would pull his dick from my lips and lick all the way down the shaft, giving his balls a little tongue action. I could feel his cock lying against my face as I tickled him.

I started to take him in again, but he pulled it away from me and took me by the hand again. He started walking me down the concrete path to a set of picnic tables not far from the tree but they were far more out in the open than the tree was and in open view of the road, so I was kind of nervous. He told me to get up on the table, so I put me knees on the bench seat and laid across the table top. I felt him unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor I stepped out with practised ease he then began, sliding my panties off. All the time I was trying to kiss him, suck his fingers make any kind of contact. Then I felt cool lube on my ass which he worked into me with his finger, first one than two than three, now the head of his prick on my ass and began to feel pressure. With a pop his massive head was in along with some pain. He slowly guided it in, then pulled it out, then in again, going deeper each time. It hurt only at first then my muscles started to relax. I felt his hands on my hips as he pumped it into me deeper and deeper. His hands on my neck and his hot breath in my ear. I felt him thrusting faster and harder and all I could do was hold on to the table as he fucked me like a whore.I felt the so dirty and so aroused, that I didn't even care every time a car would pass by with the headlights just barely hitting us. I couldn't help but let out a moan when he would thrust it in me so deep his balls slapping against my taint. I could hear our bodies slapping together in a rhythm, while our sweat dripped on the table. All at once his pounded me hard and held it in deep, letting out a pleasurable moan, he spurted his white hot cum inside me. I could feel his cock pulsating as it unloaded in me, wave after wave. He pulled out of me took the condom off and made me clean him off with my mouth, as I sat my ass on the cold wet seat. As I finished, he put his cock away and said thanks for the piece of ass. And walked away. I pulled up my skirt and it was then I realized he had my panties in his hand. I guess they were his trophy.

I went back to the car to fix my make up and drove to a bar and had a soft drink. I got a few looks one old guy smiled and largely I just sat, feeling the warmth of lovemaking and the muscles in my ass twitching as they began to get used to the idea of their new found hobby. A trip to the ladies and I drove back home feeling fulfilled and wondering how much change in my life Vicky was going to affect.