Observant Musing-The Lovely Bounce

While driving on the highway to the train station last week, something a few paces ahead of me caught my attention. Well, not just my attention, but also the attention of the other drivers who were passing by at that time.

As cars whisked dangerously by her, a tall, seriously voluptuous woman was running down the length of the median. “That’s not too smart.” I thought to myself, as I got closer. She was running in the opposite direction of traffic, and away from a van that was parked along the shoulder of the road. Through the windows in the back of the van, I could see little smiling faces staring out after her. She appeared to be running toward something, but I couldn’t see what it was. I imagined that something very important had flown out of the van to make it worth the risk to her life to retrieve it. Aside from another human being, or a big-money winning lottery ticket, I couldn’t fathom what that might be.

As she ran, she caused a breeze to lift her hair up and fan it out to form a halo around her head. As well, her very large breast bounced up and down beneath a too small tank top-that strained to cover them. Mindful of her bobbing breasts and the looks they elicited from passing traffic; she ran a little bit, then walked, then ran a little bit again, causing her breast to bounce, settle, and bounce some more.

You could tell that she was in a quandary- torn between retrieving her item quickly, or slowing down her gait to keep her breast-bouncing to a minimum. She laughed self-consciously at the absurdity of her situation.

All this I saw and speculated in the 30 seconds or so I had as I approached and passed her in my car. I took a parting glance in my rearview (no pun intended) mirror, and saw the wide girth of her rump filling her jean skirt to capacity.

I looked to my immediate right after passing her, to see if I could gage reactions from other passing drivers. By the smile on his face, as he too took a glance in his rearview mirror for a rear view (pun intended)it was obvious that she’d given at least one man a fleeting thrill. I imagined him drinking cocktails with his friends that evening, using hand gestures to describe the woman with the lovely bounce.

Letter to readers

To my loyal readers, (since this is my first foray into blogging, I don’t yet have a loyal readership or readership of any kind, but I am confident that once things get rolling, that I will.) Why am I here? Well, I consider myself an extremely creative type and like to express my creativity in many different forms. Forms like: accessory design, soap making, and most enjoyably- writing about (and doing) activities that fuel desire and make me blush. This form of writing is generally referred to as Erotica.

While I could write in the privacy of my journal and be content, it seems much more thrilling to share it with people-albeit anonymously. As well, a serious writer needs to have feedback and inspiration! Blogging just seemed the logical way to go. Thus, I will use this space to submit erotic short stories that I have written for my own enjoyment and relaxation, and I hope yours.

A note about my stories: From time to time, I may utilize real events, people and places to make my stories more realistic and to help add to a story’s credibility and believability. That said, my stories are fictional. They are not meant to be taken as literal, genuine, or factual true-life accounts. Nor, are they to give the impression that the sexual activities depicted were undertaken with any real person(s) living or dead. Any similarities to such person(s) known or unknown are purely coincidental.

So read up and enjoy! I will update this blog when I have been inspired into writing something I think you would enjoy. Sometimes, I find inspiration easily. Sometimes there is a drought of inspiration. I never know. If you would like to suggest a topic for inspiration feel welcomed to do that too. If you would like to comment on any of the stories, please post them here.

REMEMBER: IF YOU ARE SEXUALLY ACTIVE, PROTECT YOURSELF AND SOMEONE ELSE. ALWAYS USE PROTECTION!

Naylene