Here's a new one for author men:
As I breasted boobily up the stairs from my building's laundry faculties, I was so focused on not having an asthma attack from the effort that I failed to notice that my very large left breast–unimpeded by a bra and free swangin' in my my thin cotton pajama shirt–had brushed up against the phone I had idly on in my left hand and as the nip brushed against the touchscreen through the thin fabric it opened my text messages and began swyping gibberish in reply to an automated message regarding an upcoming appointment
This has happened to me many times 😂🙈





















