Life Without Nipples
These last few days, the weather has been fantastic in the Northeast. Fantastic. Beautifully sunny, barely a cloud in the sky, a topaz blue sky.
This morning the temperature was a lovely 68 degrees. Before I’d taken my first sip of coffee, I was standing in the living room, having just opened the sides of the bay window to let in the fresh air, and a wonderful breeze wrapped itself around me.
I shivered and crossed my arms because I felt the chill take hold of my chest. My breasts, slowly regaining feeling as new nerve endings extend where old ones were removed, prickled in the cool morning air. With a lift of my shoulders
I acknowledged that my nipples were getting hard then I realized … I don’t have nipples.
It must have been a phantom sensation but it was as real to me as a kiss on my cheek.
I smiled at the reality and walked away from the window thinking … who needs nipples when memories of having them are strong enough to fuel my imagination?



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