Clunky Boobs

Here”s another story from the diary, I”m amazed when I read through things at some of the things I”ve done. I”ve forgotten about some and well others you just can”t forget. I”ve kept a diary since I was around thirteen. I kept them locked away for years. I was putting another one in the attic when I decided to page through some of the older ones. That”s when I got the idea of maybe writing some of them up to post here. Until I reread some of my postings, I didn”t realize what a pattern of passivity I seem to exhibit in my experiences. I”ll have to look for others where I was a bit more aggressive. If you like the stories, write and let me know and I”ll continue to share them with you. (more…)

We were dining out one evening with Marie and Jean-Pierre and the conversation turned to upcoming vacation plans since it was only a few months before the holidays were upon us. We mentioned that we had made plans to go to Aruba and spend the holidays laying around on the beach and just relaxing when Marie suddenly exclaimed, “Aruba!” and went on to explain that they know a wonderful couple, who were close friends of theirs in France, who are now living in Aruba during the winter months and we must make it a point to contact them when we get there. Jean-Pierre said that they were in their late 30″s, very attractive and were the founders of the Society for the Establishment of Freedom in Sex (SEFIS) which is now a worldwide organization fighting archaic state and federal laws regarding sex and has many thousands of members in chapters throughout the world. (more…)

When Wayne and Jenny walked into the living room, they saw Terri and Jason on the couch, kissing passionately. Their robes were open and their hands moved over each other’s bodies in a smooth rhythm. Jenny smiled appreciatively as she saw Jason’s hard-on sliding through Terri’s hand.

“Boy! You kids just can’t stop, can you! Sheesh! If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were ready for more!”

The pair broke their embrace and grinned back at Jenny and Wayne. “Just getting to know each other a little better, mom…” Terri said with a laugh. Spying the camera in Wayne’s hand, she sat up. “Oh! Home movies? I hope their not of your vacation to Yosemite Park…” (more…)

All Ron had told me was to meet him in room 109 at the Amerisuites.

I had been emailing Ron back and forth telling him my secrets, my fantasies.

He promised to help me break out of my shyness, and I”d done some things since that I”d never thought I”d do before. After many secrets exposed, Ron convinced me to join him in a private chatroom, where we started to have cyber sex.

We told each other what we”d do to each other if we were together, I told him he was making me very horny and that I wanted to play with myself. He said he wanted to watch me, so I turned on my web cam for him. (more…)

The Boss has a new PA.

Charley started this morning, hanging up her denim jacket and snaking slowly across the office towards Kate”s old desk. Kate quit last Friday – she said he”d been “harassing” her. Her replacement: this sexy, full-breasted blonde with tortoiseshell glasses giving her a deceptively innocent look.

Glasses or no, she walks like a lap dancer.

She”s wearing a black halter-neck top that leaves her shoulders bare and holds those beautiful breasts forward and proud. A short black skirt pulls tight over her buttocks and a pair of wickedly high heels makes her nearly as tall as I am. She”s wearing an ankle chain too, subtly slutty in gold, and she knows it makes us stare. (more…)

Trying to keep the band together had been a right pain. With constant changes of personnel it was proving an impossible task. We’d just get the band fully rehearsed, when the singer would leave, or the drummer, or the keyboard player, and then we would have to start from scratch all over again.

I was at the point of giving it all up when I was approached by Mark, who offered to manage and promote the band. He had money and experience behind him, so I eagerly accepted his offer. At the first meeting he suggested each member of the band should give him a list of new equipment they would like. They couldn’t believe their luck, and presented Mark with a list that included all new instruments, amplifiers, PA system and lighting rig. Mark arranged for a rehearsal the following week. (more…)

Xena could hardly believe her luck when she saw the pond. She had been traveling for four days through the foothills, trying to reach the Camroot River. Now she had found one of its tributaries. Best of all, the stream widened into a stone basin that was sheltered by two large shade trees. The warrior princess set her pack down on a low boulder and trotted to the inviting pool of cool, clear water. She knelt down eagerly and dipped her hands into the water, unable to remember a time when it felt or tasted so good as she drank it down. (more…)

I’d been debating what to do about the invitation for a week or so. My freelance writing was going pretty well, but it wasn’t totally supporting me yet. I held a part-time retail job and did odd cleaning and catering jobs when I could get them to supplement my income without tying me down too much. For the day in question I had a lead on a catering gig I could take and I could really use the money. On the other hand, it’s a July 4th party being given by a very old friend at his new house and I haven’t seen him in ages, nor have I ever seen the house. Stan has been bugging me for months to come out and see the place and talk about the renovations with him. I guess I’ve been avoiding this because for one thing I’m not so fond of his new wife, Joy. To me she seems shallow and dull and I’m really just shocked that he married her. He is so much more interesting than that. I’m also sure that if Stan asks for my opinion on anything related to the house, and he will because he respects my judgment, Joy will automatically veto the suggestion simply because it came from me. The fact that the house is 40 minutes from mine doesn’t help, either, since my schedule has been crazy lately. (more…)

It was late at night and I was heading home from a late night showing of the movie 9 1/2 weeks. I decided to take the subway home. As I walked down the stairs to the station, I realized that I had no change left for the fare home.

I looked around to see if anybody would notice me slipping under the turn style, with nobody around, I slipped under. As I started walking to the train, I felt a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around I saw a very tall and handsome uniformed officer with the most entrancing blue eyes looking at me with a devilish grin on his face. (more…)

I am a 51 year old female Doctor, working doing Health Appraisals for a local HMO. My late husband wrote a lot of stories, I really never did much. But for some reason, since his passing, I find myself writing almost as much as he did!

Ted always told me to “write like you are telling a story”, I learned quickly what he meant. But he also told me to “keep them as close to true as you can” because otherwise they wouldn’t be believable.

He was right about that, too. One recent story I added an entire year between incidents, when in fact it was only a couple of weeks. (more…)