Set Free

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More often than I like to admit, I feel trapped. Trapped by my own choices. No where to go, no way to make changes. I know it’s not true, but sometimes I need a reminder of how wrong I am.

Feeling free takes a lot of forms. Being outside. Taking a break. Driving with the windows rolled down. The weekend.

And sometimes, it’s as simple as taking off your bra.

breast free of a bra


Thanks to Hyacinth and Boobday for giving me a reason to take boob selfies instead of working this afternoon.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


  • Nothing in the world more freeing than taking your bra off after a long day. It’s the first thing to come off when I get home. Nic boobs btw.

    • Once I get myself organized and on track, I think I’ll feel less trapped. I’ve already made some changes that (once they kick in) will definitely help.

      And thank you. *blush*

  • Like you, I rarely wear one . . . though sometimes it is necessary for the office, just to keep a modicum of modesty.
    But I totally agree . . . it is then so lovely to be released.
    Lovely photo !!!
    Xxx – K

    • I put one on for errands, appointments with teachers and doctors, and date night if it makes my outfit look better (but I skip it if a certain someone prefers it, lol).

  • Fantastic – very sensual shot – I also really like how you talk about “choices” you have made – these days it appears so often that people are all talking about life as if there are not any choices- and things just happen…

    • I’m not sure when my thinking changed…I think around the time I turned 30 or so and went through my divorce, but it’s definitely a way of thinking that not a lot of people get (sadly). I got myself into this mess, and I’ll get myself out…with JB’s help.

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