Male writers writing female characters:

[scottbaiowulf]

“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”

[orriculum]

Yes these are things I do each morning

[blackmare-9]

Same scene in the hands of a female writer:

“Cassandra woke abruptly, jarred into consciousness by the distinctive pain of her cat stepping on her boob.”