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Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Bra Salesman Chapter 02


The Bra Salesman Chapter 02
by bobrobertson©

Part 2: The Importance of Exercise

I cannot tell you how glad I am to get out of work today. I had to sit through two moronically pointless meetings today, and now I'm that much farther behind in what I have to get done even after putting in an extra hour today. All I need at this moment is to find a seat at the bar of my favorite drinking hole and get a scotch before heading home.

I am so drained, and not just from work. I broke up with my girlfriend last week, and I'm starting to reach that point where I'm second-guessing myself, wondering if maybe I'm a fucking idiot for dumping her. She wasn't the problem, it was me. I know people say that even when they think the other person was a total psychopath and it was totally their fault, but that's not what I mean. I was the problem. I mean, sure, we had been fighting some lately, but that's not why I finally ended it.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

My own story?


Hi gang,

Well, I’ve been encouraged to write my own story for inclusion here on our blog. I’m not a writer, more of an editor really. I’m afraid my own talents would pale in comparison to some of the lights of the erotic world that we have here.

We’ll see.

Kara

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A comment about my purpose here


Anonymous wrote:
Thank you! Good read, I've been hoping you'd update this blog again sometime with a new story. Is this part of a series? If so, I'd like to see the rest of it. Hopefully you've got enough new stuff for a couple updates. It'd be sad to see the front page go silent like it did before.”

First off, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yes, it’s part of a series and I do plan on posting more in that series.

Second, I will update the stories when, or if, I find stories worthy to be on here. I don't want to just duplicate Literotica or Lush or any other site's stories that have the search terms "big boobs" in them. As I’ve said before, quality not quantity.

Third, this blog is not my life. I saved it last year because I loved the stories and didn’t want them to just vanish and didn’t know they were in readily accessible form elsewhere.

Here’s some of the things you don’t know about me. I’m married; my husband works from home and is here all the time. He’s recently been hired full time and so we can stop the consultant merry-go-round that we’ve been on for several years now. But his new job is in IT and his days now run 12 to 14 hours every weekday and some weekends as well.

I quit work when my daughter was born because I was earning enough to pay for day care and that’s just stupid, in my opinion. So I’ve been the traditional stay-at-home Mom who looked after three kids, two not my own, volunteered at each of her schools, ran two Girl Scout troops, and now takes full time care of my daughter.

Speaking of my daughter, she’s home all the time also due to a chronic illness, tutors come several times a week for her. So my free time is neither frequent nor dependable since I spend as much time with her as I possibly can and still do the usual housework. I’ve learned to not fret over a messy house but to just focus on keeping a clean kitchen and bath and do the rest as time and energy permits.

Neither of them knows of this blog and I’m sure my husband would not approve. I’ve raised my daughter to be self-reliant and although I know she’s not had any sexual relationships I feel confident that she would understand what I am trying to do here.

You might ask what am I trying to do with a blog specifically about big breasts and oral/vaginal/anal/Lesbian/straight/incest (did that cover everything here?) sex and I think that’s a fair question.

These stories get me hot, make me horny, make me want to masturbate until I fall back against the sofa slick with sweat and panting, hoping that my sleeping husband and daughter who are two rooms away haven’t heard me. They seize my mind in places that set fire to my thoughts, thoughts that I cannot bring into my reality. They ignite my fantasy world and allow me a safe outlet for so many of my wants and desires.

I hope they do that for others as well. I took over this blog with the intent of making this a safe place to see those fantasies in print and to share with others. I don’t get paid, I don’t write them so I have no ego to stroke, I don’t look for constructive criticism so I can do things better. I really just saw this as a place I could be myself without all the stuff I usually have to deal with. A fine and private place, to quote Peter Beagle. Even a secret identity of sorts.

I do appreciate your comments, Anonymous. If anything they make me more aware of my readership and what pleases them. I will honestly try to be more of a presence here but I cannot promise a flood of stories like may have occurred in the past. If any of you have serious concerns, please write to me directly and we can talk.

So, there you have my rant for early September. Keep those cards and letters coming!

Kara

Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Bra Salesman Chapter 01


The Bra Salesman Chapter 01
by bobrobertson©

Goddamn, I hate this. Another ridiculous argument with my girlfriend last night and here I am in the lingerie section of a department store trying to find some cutesy undergarment to make amends. Don't even ask me what the argument was about, because it's been one long continuous problem about the same crap for the past two months. I keep telling myself that this phase will pass, but it doesn't seem to be getting any better. But I do really like her, so I'll go ahead and stand here in an aisle of frilly bras and see if I can find something that will turn our relationship around.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" I hear the squeaky voice behind me ask. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. I mean, Jesus Christ, just because I'm wearing a button-up shirt doesn't make me some fucking sales clerk.

I sigh in exasperation and start turning around, "Lady, do I LOOK like a..." but I can't think of anything else to say once I catch sight of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. She has blonde hair wrapped up in a short pony tail, deep green eyes peering out from behind a pair of thick glasses, thick lips, long legs, and dressed in jeans shorts and a blouse.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Would you like some cum with that coffee?


Hi gang,

So I found a nearby source of Otis Spunkmeyer muffins and now I've gone and gained a bit of weight, lol! I really love their orange and cranberry ones. I do wonder if they have Otis's spunk in them! I've never tried cooking it. I would imagine it would change the texture. Anyone with experience in this culinary art? There are a few cookbooks with this theme namely “Natural Harvest - A Collection of Semen-Based Recipes” and “Semenology - The Semen Bartender's Handbook”.

So maybe I should get my apron on and head to the kitchen. Head…get it!

Kara

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

New index question for you

Hi gang,

I've been thinking of making a title index so one can go straight to a particular story. There are almost 400 stories/story chapter segments on here so that will take some time.

Is there any interest in this?

On a sad note, the folks at stories.xnxx.com have changed their rules again and claim they are deleting stories dealing with under 18 years of age participants. If you have favourites there, get them downloaded before they vanish.

I don't have plans to post what is commonly termed pedo stories here (and I don't think there are any here at the moment.) There are enough of those if you go to some of the links I have posted. I have nothing against pedo fantasy, I have some of my own for that matter and a few of those stories I like really get me off when I'm in that particular mood but it's never the actual ages but the acts that I enjoy. I once told my husband I gravitate to the incest stories on Literotica because they tend to be more "wet" than the other stories.

Kara

Friday, August 1, 2014

All mammals got 'em

Hi gang,

Well after that last post I feel a bit embarrassed now that you know my paticular brand of kink. But in for a penny, in for a pound I guess.

I'm a simple woman. Good food, comfortable clothing, wet and messy sex, no toddlers knocking on the door in the middle of things ("Mommy, Mommy! Look at what I can do!" "Not now, dearie, Daddy is trying to cram that final inch in my ass...")

Thanks go to my anonymous friends for the two suggestions for story ideas for our blog. It's more difficult that I first imagined, back in December, to find stories with the big breast theme that are not just stupidly over the top in silly. I mean, beachballs, really?? Might as well be Volkswagens.

So I may be including things that stray from the original theme as time goes by. And feel free to get things off your chest as well, this being Chesttalk after all.

Stay frosty!
Kara