Clunky Boobs

The day after Thanksgiving, 7am, and here she was, sitting at her dressing table. She was hardly able to believe that she, Sara, was actually getting ready to go to work. So much had happened in her life, in this terrible year of 2003.

The loss of her dear husband Harry, in that horrific train crash in January had devastated her. The driver had fallen asleep at the controls, and 56 people had perished as they commuted to work. Her world had collapsed around her; she was so lucky to have her son, Harry Jr. to help her through the trauma. The air force had been very good, giving him compassionate leave, considering the events unfolding in Iraq. Poor Harry had been at the front of the train, and they said he died instantly, as it ploughed into the express, not that that helped Sara much, but at least she knew he didn”t suffer. (more…)

Standing in line, I made my way to the podium where the professor was distributing last week’s statistics midterm exams. My heart was beating fast. I just hoped I passed. I held my breath as I got to the front, and the professor handed me my test. Clutching the pages tightly to my chest I made my way to the back of the lecture hall. Once I was away from the throngs of students, I took a deep breath and peeked at the sheet. My eyes welled up with tears when I saw red slashes and comments all over the page, and a big fat C- on top. I sat down in the last row for the lecture, but I could barely concentrate. How could I be so good at everything else, and so bad at statistics? (more…)

She was a goddess. I thought so every time I saw her. Something of a “I’m not good enough to even think about her” level of beauty. What’s worse is, she didn’t even seem to know. She wore baggy clothes. She talked to anyone, everyone, at the gym. Friendly, smiling laughter with men three times her age. Her little fingers waves to everyone as he moved from machine to free-weights. Free-weights to machines.

Her skin was like cocoa. Just a rich, beautiful chocolate. Black, thick hair that tangled down to her shoulders. It knotted, sometimes. Sometimes it’s ends were split. Sometimes parts of it would swirl in little waves as though she had forgotten to brush it. Maybe she had. Her nose twitched as she laughed. Not that I ever made her laugh. I just noticed as peddled away on the stationary bike trying like hell to watch Tim Russert or whatever else was going on at CNBC. Even with the sound off and subtitles nixed. Even during infomercials. I didn’t want to seem like some letch, some pervert. Of course, when she did see me spying her, she just smiled, waved a little finger wave. I’d respond. That’s that. (more…)

“If you’ve read the previous eight parts you’ll know the score, so you can skip the rest of the intro and go straight to the action. If you haven’t read them I’d strongly suggest you do. You see the accounts flow naturally and are intrinsically linked, so they really do need to be read in the sequence I wrote them.

Whatever way you do read them, though, enjoy them, leave whatever comments you wish and e-mail me if you’d like to discuss anything.”

*

*Part 9: Back Home and a New Life*

Chapter 1 (more…)

“This story is autobiographical, in that it relates something that happened to me recently. It was a lot of fun so I wanted to share it with you all. Please let me know if you like it.”

* * * * *

My name is Cinnamon. I am a graduate student in Classics at a big university. I’ve finished all my classes and most of my doctoral research, so I am spending most of my time now at home, writing my dissertation. I live in a nice, quiet, suburban neighborhood, and my husband is away most of the time with his work, so I am free to spend most of my time working on my dissertation. My husband is a very nice man, and a great conversationalist, but unfortunately he had an accident a few years ago which left him impotent. He has essentially told me that I should probably look elsewhere for sex, but until now I really hadn’t followed up on that suggestion. I must confess, however, that I was getting pretty horny and what happened next did nothing to cool me off! (more…)