Clunky Boobs

The day dragged on and on. Claire watched as the last few minutes ticked away. She had already organized her affairs and was now just waiting until she could go. It was Friday, so the traffic would be horrible, but at least she had a few days off. She longed to be home in her quiet apartment. Eventually, the clock struck five. She walked briskly down to the parking garage and started her car. She hurried and managed to get five minutes down the freeway when she ran into grid locked traffic. She sighed and turned up the music. (more…)

As much as neither wanted to admit it, both couples knew their vacation was nearing its end and they would be flying home the day after next. Part of Jon wanted to stay in the room all day and do nothing more than fuck, but he knew that as willing as the mind might be the body needed to rest.

They spent all day Friday shopping and touring the island. They stayed there all day and didn’t return to their room until after dinner. They all sat on the small front porch of their cabana sipping drinks for a while longer until someone suggested they go inside. (more…)

The ten years between the ages of 15 and 25 are difficult for any girl becoming a young woman. Those years were especially difficult for me for several reasons. I am the product of a “mixed marriage”. My father is Japanese and my mother Swedish. They met when my mother was a dancer in the Ginza section of Tokyo. My father was, at that time, an up and coming young executive with a large Japanese firm. He knew that his marriage to my mother was the end of his career in Japan so they immigrated to Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. My mother named me Ulla and that name is nearly unpronounceable to people who speak Japanese and my family name was Urogataya and that name is nearly unpronounceable to westerners. I am truly a combination of both cultures. I speak Japanese fluently and have my father”s eyes (grey green) and my mother”s long legs, square shoulders and heart stopping upturned breasts. My hair is jet black and my complexion is perfect. I have my mother”s full lips and rounded bottom. All in all, the combination of their genes seemed to work. (more…)

Until last week, I thought I led a pretty conventional life. I live in a nice house in the suburbs, have a wonderful husband in my partner Bill, and we will soon be expecting our first child, as I am currently six months pregnant. Since becoming pregnant, I resigned from my job at a bank so I could take it easy and prepare for the arrival of our new baby. Being home all the time is lovely, but it does get a little boring sometimes, especially when Bill is out of town on business, which occurs frequently. In between dealing with my occasional morning sickness, cravings for odd food, and a sex drive that has skyrocketed, I find myself searching for outlets to fill the time. This search for a social connection has led to a friendship with my neighbor Emily, who is about to get married next month. (more…)

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I had been at Joyce’s party for 45 minutes. From a double futon in the corner I watched my official date for the evening, Joyce’s niece. She was tall, slender young woman, much like Joyce herself. Unlike the aunt, Lena lacked the grace to pull off Joyce’s natural elegance. She moved in jerky, quick motions, which made her always appear nervous. (more…)