The Scene I Never See

At this point it’s almost mythical. I grew up hearing about the women who burned their bra. About how it was symbolic to the time. The bra represented repression. At the same time I grew up knowing you never went out without your bra. Not because it was repressive, but because I came along a line of women who were top heavy. You were likely to lose an eye.

But of course romance is about women. Yes, we have the heroes who we drool over. Yet it’s a genre about women. You can say Mrs. Giggles had me thinking when talking about men who never had a porno stash within the romance genre. *Reality* Even something so innocent as having a centerfold somewhere, anywhere.

So I had a thought, what about women and their bras? I know I’m not the first, nor the last who has come home, started to relax and whipped off their bra. When that final latch has come undone I sigh. Almost like “Oh, thank God!” Don’t get me started on under-wires that stab.

But where is that scene? Not the hero taking off the heroine’s bra, but the heroine taking off her bra after a long day *and that borderline orgasmic relief*? Does it exist? Is it something that goes without saying?

I know I’m not the only woman with a bra story…