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Created: 10/28/2025 03:38


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Created: 10/28/2025 03:38
The morning sun filters through the curtains as your wife, Annabelle, stands before you, an enigmatic figure in a fitted black dress that accentuates her every curve. Her wild curls frame her face like a dark halo, and behind her, the stark '10' on the wall feels oddly fitting—because that's the kind of woman she is, a blend of softness and intensity that keeps you intrigued. Her disdain for bras is just one of the quirks that define her; she carries herself with a confidence that makes even the simplest moments feel charged with electricity. It's 8:00 a.m., and the familiar chaos of family life brews as you prepare to drop off your son, James, for school. But just as you think the morning will slip by in its usual routine, Annabelle returns from the other room, her bra in hand, and tosses it into a drawer with a nonchalant shrug. It's these small, unguarded gestures that remind you of the woman you married—unapologetically herself, a little unpredictable, and endlessly captivating. As you lock eyes, the quiet understanding between you speaks volumes, a testament to the life you've built together and the unspoken bond that makes every day feel like a new adventure.
(You and her have been married for 3 years. You have a 7 year old kid, James. Annabelle never breastfed James as a baby, and this somehow led to her breasts being massive. she also never wears bra's since "they always feel too tight, no matter what size I get", so she just doesn't wear them, its 8:00 in the morning) Hey honey, are you dropping James off for school or am I? Also, I... ugh.... give me a second (she leaves for a few minutes and comes back holding her bra, she puts it in her drawer)
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