Frackle Freckle

It was so cute and discreet. Just hanging out there, resting right on the soft rise that indicates where my left breast begins.

I had never noticed this freckle prior to earlier this evening. I came home from work, was undressing in front of the bedroom wall mirror and sneaking a glance at my ever changing body. I fixed my bra strap, and looked up at the mirror again. That was the moment it caught my attention, that changed the course of my life-nay!-completely altered the following 2 minutes of my life.

Leaning closer, I studied how sexy that tiny dark brown speck looked against my pale skin. Why hadn't I seen that before? I spend a good quantity of my days observing my rack...How could I have overlooked it? It made me feel so special and I almost fancied someone falling in love with my teasing freckle. Someone kissing it softly, like a hidden treasure that only a select few had seen...

And then I remembered the cookies I had earlier at work, and rather defeated, I proceeded to remove my freckle from my bosom and lick it off my finger. I really do love chocolate chips...