I found her looking into the mirror, reapplying her lipstick.
Or at least I think that's what she was doing. To be honest my gaze didn't really make it past the reflection of her chest in the mirror. It just seemed to grab your eyes like that, the perfect swell and slope, leading down to that glorious cleavage that seemed almost to be swallowing me up in the mirror. The perfect curve of her chest leading up to her neck and those laughing eyes..
Which were.. looking at me.. Great.
I blushed. Something I seemed to have been doing a lot since I caught sight of her. And stammered to say something.
"Aren't they fantastic?" She seemed to be laughing to herself as she spoke to me in the mirror. Her hands pressing them together as she re-adjusted her top.
"I uh.. I wasn't.." I tried to cover, to make an excuse, but it was pretty clear she wasn't buying it.
"Uh huh.. It's ok you know, I know you're staring. I know everyone's staring. How can I blame them? I mean, look at these things." She laughed and arched her back. I admit it, I think I stopped breathing as they stretched out her top. I was expecting it to explode any second.
"They uh. Wow. Are they implants? I mean.. I saw you yesterday but.."
She turned around to grin at me. "Nope, all real. Do you want to feel? I won't mind." I couldn't help stare as she walked towards me, the way they sort of bounced back and forth as she moved. I stared right up until she got to me, right down into her cleavage before my eyes snapped back up to hers, leaving me feeling like a lecherous idiot. But the look in her eyes, god the confidence, what it must be like. And something else, something.. predatory.
"Uh.. I.. no.. No! I better not. I mean, this is a work place. I don't want to.." She scoffed, and reached out to grab my hand. I didn't even think to pull away, and then she was pressing my palm into her left breast. Tit, I mean. God, the way they felt, you can't imagine. You couldn't think of them but anything else except tits. They just seemed, Made for showing, for sex. There was nothing evolutionary or practical about these. I felt her hard nipple pressing into my palm as I stared at the soft flesh filling my hand and all I could think was that these things were just made for ... sex.
I'm not sure how long I fondled her. But I realized she had stopped holding my hand there when she cleared her throat. "Ahem. So you like them?" Her eyes were laughing again. At my expense seemingly. She had this, knowing, confident look. Like she knew what I was feeling then.
I don't know how she could though. I wasn't even sure what I was feeling. She smiled and left me there dazed as she jiggled her way past. And it wasn't until she was out of sight that it felt like my brain had switched back on, and I was able to analyse just what I was feeling.
Anger. Anger that she was treating me like some joke, when she was the one with those ridiculous things strapped to her chest. Angry that she had turned my attempt at aid into some lesbian grope fest in the bathroom. Anger at myself for letting her.
Envy. Harder to admit that. Jealousy of the confidence she seemed to have. The way people looked at her. Maybe even a little jealous of the way she had seemingly become a walking sex object over night. Just a little. I mean, who hasn't wondered what it would be like, just once.
But what was really confusing me. What was really bugging me. What made this all so new and, unprecedented. Was the lust.
I mean. It wasn't even that I had thought about her and some guy, or thoughts of how it would feel to be her got me going, or any of that. Although that was contributing.
No, the problem was that I wanted her! I wanted to.. God I wanted to feel those, those Tits again! And not just feel them..
I wanted a girl. What was wrong with me..
I mean, sure I had experimented in college. Who doesn't. But just to try it, I had never really felt anything. But now..
God, all I could think about was tearing that top off of her! And before I even realized what I was doing I was.. Touching myself. At work! In the middle of the bathroom where anyone could see me.
The shame came crashing down on me, putting out the fires that had been so overwhelming just seconds before. I splashed cool water in my face. Told myself over and over that it was just some fluke, that it was shock from seeing her. That those things were ridiculous, and I wasn't in to girls. I tried to convince myself. Took a deep breath, and went back to my desk.
Trying to keep my eyes off the all too confusing sight across the aisle.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Growing Concern - Part 1
Big.
That was the first thought that popped into my mind that morning when Sarah came by my desk. Big. Other thoughts would come up shortly after. Like, holy shit, and is she serious? But in that first second when she bent over my desk to drop off those reports the only thing that even had a chance to fire through my synapses was a stunned and simple, Big.
I must have been staring, because she laughed, and jiggled them side to side before flashing a mocking grin and walking away. I was left sort of, well, stunned. She had tits! I mean, of course she had always had breasts, but when they reached that size they sort of entered a new classification. The size at which you couldn't help but notice them first, before it even occurred to your staggered mind that there was a woman attached. The size at which you started making jokes about them entering the room two minutes before she did. The size at which every eye in the room, male and female, fought a constant battle to retain focus away from that ridiculous jiggling cleavage.
I suppose I really should clarify. This wouldn't have been half so stunning if she had been hiding her assets and had decided to show them off today. Or even if she had been away for two weeks for some mysterious medical purpose to return now with implants.
No.
What was so staggering about this was that I had seen her yesterday, and she had been as average and non-supernaturally endowed then as when we had changed together in the company gym. Not flat, but certainly not... This!
How was this even possible? I realized I hadn't moved in the thirty seconds since she came by, and was still staring at her as she typed away at her keyboard. I tried to cover, flushed and flustered, but realized it didn't matter. No one was looking at me, they were all looking where I had been up till a moment before. At those spectacular tits that looked barely constrained in a low cut top, that somehow were managing to jiggle just with the motion of her hands pecking away at the keys.
Was she kidding with this? Could they be some kind of latex? There was no way, even the volume of flesh that was showing was several times bigger than what she had before, shoving some chicken cutlets into her bra wouldn't possible account for it. So what the hell? She'd grown over night?
And even that aside, how could she think she was getting away with the way she was dressed? I mean, a good lawyer could sue HER for sexual harassment just for walking down the damn isle like that! Talk about a hostile work environment, there had to be a dozen erections just in a four cubicle radius. Even the women couldn't keep their eyes off her, I mean, I was straight but here I was staring a hole through her top, trying to decide if those were her nipples, or if she was smuggling thimbles that had decided to play air traffic controller and point the way to her monitor. She couldn't be wearing a bra could she? The way those things were pointing, but, oh god, there's no way anything that big could be that.. perfect.
There.. I had thought it. It was true, despite their size they weren't grotesque, they weren't Too big, but just rather, simply, perfect.
What the hell was wrong with me? It had been almost five minutes, and still the only thing I could look at was the incredible tits of my co-worker. I don't even like girls, but there they were, occupying the attention of everyone in view.
I was incredibly relieved, when finally she got up and headed for the bathroom. It was like I finally got my sanity back, with those things out of my line of sight I could at last take a real breath and try to wrap my head around what I had just seen. They couldn't be real, they just couldn't be. But they looked so, so, well, perfect. They couldn't be implants, they couldn't be plastic, so, well, what the hell were they?
And the way everyone was looking at her, and the way she had dressed, like she wanted to soak up all the sexual attention she could, like she was making up for lost time. The nerve of that.. that slut!
Ok so maybe that was unfair. I mean, what would I do if I was suddenly sporting a pair like that? Not that I wanted one. I mean, sure I was a little jealous of the attention, but are you kidding me? The back problems alone would be just.. Ok maybe I was a little jealous.
I'd always been a little flat, but I was pretty enough, in a normal sort of way. I just had never attracted looks like that, from anyone. Might be nice to feel like a sex object for once, for a little while. I suppose I couldn't blame her for milking it just a little. Still, I figured I should probably talk to her, she probably didn't realize how much trouble she could be in for if she pissed off the wrong people.
Of course, if I knew then what I knew now, I probably would have just written it off. Her, the job, the city. Packed up my things and moved back home. But I still had no idea what I was dealing with then, no idea what I was getting into.
I thought I understood the world. The people, the players. I thought I knew.
So I followed her.
That was the first thought that popped into my mind that morning when Sarah came by my desk. Big. Other thoughts would come up shortly after. Like, holy shit, and is she serious? But in that first second when she bent over my desk to drop off those reports the only thing that even had a chance to fire through my synapses was a stunned and simple, Big.
I must have been staring, because she laughed, and jiggled them side to side before flashing a mocking grin and walking away. I was left sort of, well, stunned. She had tits! I mean, of course she had always had breasts, but when they reached that size they sort of entered a new classification. The size at which you couldn't help but notice them first, before it even occurred to your staggered mind that there was a woman attached. The size at which you started making jokes about them entering the room two minutes before she did. The size at which every eye in the room, male and female, fought a constant battle to retain focus away from that ridiculous jiggling cleavage.
I suppose I really should clarify. This wouldn't have been half so stunning if she had been hiding her assets and had decided to show them off today. Or even if she had been away for two weeks for some mysterious medical purpose to return now with implants.
No.
What was so staggering about this was that I had seen her yesterday, and she had been as average and non-supernaturally endowed then as when we had changed together in the company gym. Not flat, but certainly not... This!
How was this even possible? I realized I hadn't moved in the thirty seconds since she came by, and was still staring at her as she typed away at her keyboard. I tried to cover, flushed and flustered, but realized it didn't matter. No one was looking at me, they were all looking where I had been up till a moment before. At those spectacular tits that looked barely constrained in a low cut top, that somehow were managing to jiggle just with the motion of her hands pecking away at the keys.
Was she kidding with this? Could they be some kind of latex? There was no way, even the volume of flesh that was showing was several times bigger than what she had before, shoving some chicken cutlets into her bra wouldn't possible account for it. So what the hell? She'd grown over night?
And even that aside, how could she think she was getting away with the way she was dressed? I mean, a good lawyer could sue HER for sexual harassment just for walking down the damn isle like that! Talk about a hostile work environment, there had to be a dozen erections just in a four cubicle radius. Even the women couldn't keep their eyes off her, I mean, I was straight but here I was staring a hole through her top, trying to decide if those were her nipples, or if she was smuggling thimbles that had decided to play air traffic controller and point the way to her monitor. She couldn't be wearing a bra could she? The way those things were pointing, but, oh god, there's no way anything that big could be that.. perfect.
There.. I had thought it. It was true, despite their size they weren't grotesque, they weren't Too big, but just rather, simply, perfect.
What the hell was wrong with me? It had been almost five minutes, and still the only thing I could look at was the incredible tits of my co-worker. I don't even like girls, but there they were, occupying the attention of everyone in view.
I was incredibly relieved, when finally she got up and headed for the bathroom. It was like I finally got my sanity back, with those things out of my line of sight I could at last take a real breath and try to wrap my head around what I had just seen. They couldn't be real, they just couldn't be. But they looked so, so, well, perfect. They couldn't be implants, they couldn't be plastic, so, well, what the hell were they?
And the way everyone was looking at her, and the way she had dressed, like she wanted to soak up all the sexual attention she could, like she was making up for lost time. The nerve of that.. that slut!
Ok so maybe that was unfair. I mean, what would I do if I was suddenly sporting a pair like that? Not that I wanted one. I mean, sure I was a little jealous of the attention, but are you kidding me? The back problems alone would be just.. Ok maybe I was a little jealous.
I'd always been a little flat, but I was pretty enough, in a normal sort of way. I just had never attracted looks like that, from anyone. Might be nice to feel like a sex object for once, for a little while. I suppose I couldn't blame her for milking it just a little. Still, I figured I should probably talk to her, she probably didn't realize how much trouble she could be in for if she pissed off the wrong people.
Of course, if I knew then what I knew now, I probably would have just written it off. Her, the job, the city. Packed up my things and moved back home. But I still had no idea what I was dealing with then, no idea what I was getting into.
I thought I understood the world. The people, the players. I thought I knew.
So I followed her.
Monday, June 20, 2011
So short..
Didn't take long did it. For me to totally run out of ideas to post about. That's the problem when a blog is only partially biographical. I can't post on too much real stuff, and I get burnt out on creativity I suppose.
So I'm thinking of starting a serial. Something like what I did in the early days of the blog, a story in piecemeal. But something fictional this time.
Why am I talking about it rather than doing it? Well because I'm tired, and talking about things is always easier than actually doing them ;)
So I'm thinking of starting a serial. Something like what I did in the early days of the blog, a story in piecemeal. But something fictional this time.
Why am I talking about it rather than doing it? Well because I'm tired, and talking about things is always easier than actually doing them ;)
Friday, June 3, 2011
Comic idea that will never happen
So you may recall my mentioning that I submitted a pile of comic ideas to Daphne for MC Comics. She approved the first one I sent, and despite my writing up a complete script for her at her request, apparently due to those pesky billing issues it's been a year and she hasn't actually reviewed it, nor read any of the other submissions I sent in.
I was hesitant to share any, in case she eventually did get to them, but one of them at this point just isn't worth doing anymore. So I thought I'd put it here ;)
See I thought this up back when apple had that whole leaked iphone 4 prototype scandal going on. I thought it would be fun to do something sort of topical and, well.. pornify it ;)
What cracked me up is that recently South Park seems to have used one of the key points from the story idea and used it themselves. Seems I'm not the only one who found it amusing.
So anyway, here's the idea. I never did a full treatment for this one, so it's pretty point form.
We open on a bar. Some poor guy, average looking, let's call him George in the process of being dumped by his girlfriend. The reason doesn't really matter, but making her come off a bitch opens up more story ideas later, especially if he's left not understanding why she left. So, he starts to drown his sorrows in a few pints.
Next to him a guy is fiddling with his phone, shrugging and mumbling "uh huh" as george tries to commiserate about his problems. But this quickly breaks down as a remarkably hot girl from the background suddenly takes an interest in the stranger. They hit it off amazingly quickly, and she drags the man off to the bathroom, in such a hurry that he forgets his phone.
George notices it, picks it up, and notes a very strange looking app running with a bunch of sliders and buttons, all difficult to decipher, with a snapshot of the hot girl. George closes the app to see what it's called, and then forgets what he was doing when the noises from the bathroom turn very violent, sounding like a vicious beating.
Cut to a little while later, the paramedics are carting away the strange man and as they drive away George remembers the phone. Goes looking for contact info in it, and remembers the app.
We then start following George as he plays about with it, finding apps to take direct control over people, apps to plan suggestions, place triggers, blank memories, and his life gets more interesting overnight. Thing is, as he discovers to his chagrin as he is slapped by a woman he tried to manipulate, it only seems to work on users of Apple products.
We follow him as he tries to decipher the mystery of the phone, but before long he is the target of a goon squad in business casual trying to track him down. As he dodges them he finds they are of course immune to the phones influences, and starts using people around him to try and distract them. We follow him through a wild chase trying to evade his pursuers and hang on to his new toy, while trying to unravel this seeming conspiracy by Apple.
Lot's of tech based MC, planted triggers, blank faced girls and robotic obedience all on a humorous backdrop taking pot shots at Apple's internal culture. I imagine this could easily be a short series of 3 or so comics as he evades his pursuers.
I was hesitant to share any, in case she eventually did get to them, but one of them at this point just isn't worth doing anymore. So I thought I'd put it here ;)
See I thought this up back when apple had that whole leaked iphone 4 prototype scandal going on. I thought it would be fun to do something sort of topical and, well.. pornify it ;)
What cracked me up is that recently South Park seems to have used one of the key points from the story idea and used it themselves. Seems I'm not the only one who found it amusing.
So anyway, here's the idea. I never did a full treatment for this one, so it's pretty point form.
We open on a bar. Some poor guy, average looking, let's call him George in the process of being dumped by his girlfriend. The reason doesn't really matter, but making her come off a bitch opens up more story ideas later, especially if he's left not understanding why she left. So, he starts to drown his sorrows in a few pints.
Next to him a guy is fiddling with his phone, shrugging and mumbling "uh huh" as george tries to commiserate about his problems. But this quickly breaks down as a remarkably hot girl from the background suddenly takes an interest in the stranger. They hit it off amazingly quickly, and she drags the man off to the bathroom, in such a hurry that he forgets his phone.
George notices it, picks it up, and notes a very strange looking app running with a bunch of sliders and buttons, all difficult to decipher, with a snapshot of the hot girl. George closes the app to see what it's called, and then forgets what he was doing when the noises from the bathroom turn very violent, sounding like a vicious beating.
Cut to a little while later, the paramedics are carting away the strange man and as they drive away George remembers the phone. Goes looking for contact info in it, and remembers the app.
We then start following George as he plays about with it, finding apps to take direct control over people, apps to plan suggestions, place triggers, blank memories, and his life gets more interesting overnight. Thing is, as he discovers to his chagrin as he is slapped by a woman he tried to manipulate, it only seems to work on users of Apple products.
We follow him as he tries to decipher the mystery of the phone, but before long he is the target of a goon squad in business casual trying to track him down. As he dodges them he finds they are of course immune to the phones influences, and starts using people around him to try and distract them. We follow him through a wild chase trying to evade his pursuers and hang on to his new toy, while trying to unravel this seeming conspiracy by Apple.
Lot's of tech based MC, planted triggers, blank faced girls and robotic obedience all on a humorous backdrop taking pot shots at Apple's internal culture. I imagine this could easily be a short series of 3 or so comics as he evades his pursuers.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Judging!
has never been my strong suit. I never want to hurt anyones feelings. But since I volunteered for this, I suppose I better get to it.
As I said, I'll rate each picture on 4 scales, Heat, Story, Image, and Humour, then total up a score for each entrant. Since I'm somewhat obsessive, the first picture will get all 5's, and every other picture will be rated using that as a baseline.
So, the entries.
Liriel Triggered
Liriel's Night at the Club
Liriel's Encounter
i'm noticing a pattern in naming here..
Liriel's Been Titnotized
Liriel's Memory
Pity Liriel
A Break from the contest
Sucker
Slip
Liriel Pulsed
A nice even 10 !
Hope I didn't miss any. No one really posted to the threads or let me know via email, so I just got by trying to watch the incoming pictures. So if I missed one let me know, but really it's your own fault =P So there.
So the scores Heat Story Image Humour Totals
As I said, I'll rate each picture on 4 scales, Heat, Story, Image, and Humour, then total up a score for each entrant. Since I'm somewhat obsessive, the first picture will get all 5's, and every other picture will be rated using that as a baseline.
So, the entries.
Liriel Triggered
Liriel's Night at the Club
Liriel's Encounter
i'm noticing a pattern in naming here..
Liriel's Been Titnotized
Liriel's Memory
Pity Liriel
A Break from the contest
Sucker
Slip
Liriel Pulsed
A nice even 10 !
Hope I didn't miss any. No one really posted to the threads or let me know via email, so I just got by trying to watch the incoming pictures. So if I missed one let me know, but really it's your own fault =P So there.
So the scores Heat Story Image Humour Totals
L Triggered 5 5 5 5 20
L Night at the Club 7 5 3 4 19
L Encounter 6 6 4 5 21
L Been Titnotized 5 4 5 4 18
L Memory 7 7 3 4 21
Pity L 5 6 3 4 18
A Break 4 4 3 5 16
Sucker 5 7 5 6 23
Slip 6 8 4 7 25
L Pulsed 6 6 8 5 25
Hottest Pictures : Night at the Club , Liriel's Memory
Best Story : Slip
Best Image : Liriel Pulsed
Funniest : Slip
Best Picture Overall : Slip, Liriel Pulsed
December also submitted a short story. Which, wasn't really up my alley but I have to give him a bonus point for actually making the effort.
Overall Winner : Crap.. Tie. So what ya think, tie breaker? Or do you guys want to share the prize?
Hottest Pictures : Night at the Club , Liriel's Memory
Best Story : Slip
Best Image : Liriel Pulsed
Funniest : Slip
Best Picture Overall : Slip, Liriel Pulsed
December also submitted a short story. Which, wasn't really up my alley but I have to give him a bonus point for actually making the effort.
AC 18
Benbedlam 19
December 26
Nikki 26
Scifi 22
Overall Winner : Crap.. Tie. So what ya think, tie breaker? Or do you guys want to share the prize?
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