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Out of character: Hi everyone! I need one dominant co-writer to play as a perverted character that will corrupt me. You can play as either Terry or Joel - or another character, if you have a good idea. Read on and let me know if you are interested via Private Message. Thank you!
Here I was, on a Tuesday night, I just got back from my parents' room, with a small glass of vodka and lemon, with neat little icecubes inside. What? I was eighteen year old, so I was old enough to drink (okay, maybe in Europe and Canada)! Besides, it was my little guilty pleasure after I got back from work. I was lying on my bed, playing with my phone - or if you'd like me to get a little more specific, I was having fun playing with SnapChat.
It was kind of my thing now, as a way for me to pass the time whenever I found myself with just a little too much of it. It was fun! I enjoyed it because it made me feel like I had a whole lot of friends, you know? That I somehow knew people half way across the globe and that they were somehow interested in me, Candy Miles, the young eighteen year old from the suburbs somewhat near Atlanta, Georgia. I know, what you're thinking - hey Candy, is it dull from that side of the world? I'd have to tell you that yes, yes it is. But thankfully, like I said, I had this phone app to keep me occupied when I really had nothing to do! The thing is that not everyone enjoyed this little habit of mine; my parents thought that I was on my phone way too much and Johnny, my boyfriend for over two years now, definitely didn't like some of the videos or pictures that I put up. Videos like these, with my getting off my bed and jumping around, bouncing my heavy breasts within this tight top of mine:
I laughed and dropped back on my bed.
Okay fine, whenever I was done with a glass or two, I would get a little tipsy and a little brave. But don't get me wrong please! I wasn't slutty or anything; heck, I never even had sex before. But try to understand how exciting this stuff was for me; I felt so thrilled having so many people follow me on platforms like that, waiting for moments like this every so often. I loved the attention too. You know that I was like super flat, only about a year or so ago? It's true, you know. I had a crazy growth spurt - getting a cute, round bubble butt and massive, jiggling 38JJ cup boobies (which somehow looked even bigger in my thin frame and 5'6" height) from my modest 32B cup before. It was really annoying though. You have any idea how many bra stores I had to go to? None of them really helped me much around here, so I needed to special order from places in the internet.
My boyfriend, while he did love me a lot, I'm sure wasn't too thrilled about how my body developed. Not that he was ashamed of my body now, which seemed like such a big difference to how it was just a year ago. Far from it! Johnny has tried to kiss me more and more and I needed to be careful about his hands! No, it was mainly due to the fact that other guys (and sometimes even women) gave me dirty, perverted looks. In fact, there were a few people in particular that Johnny got really jealous of. I knew their names, although I'd be lying to you if I said that I knew them really well.
First, was Terry. He was our manager at Victor Food Marts, the grocery store that we worked at. He was the manager for the stocking people, so my sweet boyfriend worked for him. I think Terry was like...forty years old, or something. He made somewhat good money though; both from this job and some other business he had on the side. He was a pretty tall guy, I'd say maybe like...5'11 or 6'0 fall. He had short hair, like Bruce Willis or something and a pretty strong build. He'd often try to strike up conversations with me, but seeing as I was a cashier and he was always in the back, I'd manage to get away. I say get away, because apparently he had a bad reputation with women! But here's the funny thing about Terry; he was my uncle! Yep, my sweet boyfriend was jealous of my uncle, can you believe it?
Speaking of bad reputation with women, there was Joel. He was a classmate of ours, or ex-classmate seeing as high school is officially over for us. He was a known pervert at the school and from what I've heard from my friends, he was obsessed over my newly developed titties! Thankfully, Johnny was always there to get him away from me. It sucked that he was such a pervert, because honestly, with his physique and blue eyes, I'm sure that he could make a girl happy. Not me, of course, but another girl. To make matters worse, he knew quite a few coworkers of mine and they had all sorts of strange stories about him.
But anyway, let's move on from that! I tried to tell Johnny that he had nothing to worry about. I wasn't stupid! I knew the kind of people that I needed to stay away from because they were, let's face it, not very good people. That wasn't enough for Johnny sometimes, since he knew that they followed me on social media and Snapchat, getting more videos like these:
Time and time again, I told him that it was okay. They were just videos and it's not like I was chatting with them or anything. The funny thing is that while that worked for a while, my boyfriend wasn't happy for the fact that I was probably going to bump into one of them tomorrow. Why tomorrow? It was because it was the annual corporate Christmas party we had in the somewhat nearby corporate office. But like I told him, it wouldn't be so bad! I had him and I was smart, you know. There was nothing in the universe that could corrupt me!
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Here I was, on a Tuesday night, I just got back from my parents' room, with a small glass of vodka and lemon, with neat little icecubes inside. What? I was eighteen year old, so I was old enough to drink (okay, maybe in Europe and Canada)! Besides, it was my little guilty pleasure after I got back from work. I was lying on my bed, playing with my phone - or if you'd like me to get a little more specific, I was having fun playing with SnapChat.
It was kind of my thing now, as a way for me to pass the time whenever I found myself with just a little too much of it. It was fun! I enjoyed it because it made me feel like I had a whole lot of friends, you know? That I somehow knew people half way across the globe and that they were somehow interested in me, Candy Miles, the young eighteen year old from the suburbs somewhat near Atlanta, Georgia. I know, what you're thinking - hey Candy, is it dull from that side of the world? I'd have to tell you that yes, yes it is. But thankfully, like I said, I had this phone app to keep me occupied when I really had nothing to do! The thing is that not everyone enjoyed this little habit of mine; my parents thought that I was on my phone way too much and Johnny, my boyfriend for over two years now, definitely didn't like some of the videos or pictures that I put up. Videos like these, with my getting off my bed and jumping around, bouncing my heavy breasts within this tight top of mine:
I laughed and dropped back on my bed.
Okay fine, whenever I was done with a glass or two, I would get a little tipsy and a little brave. But don't get me wrong please! I wasn't slutty or anything; heck, I never even had sex before. But try to understand how exciting this stuff was for me; I felt so thrilled having so many people follow me on platforms like that, waiting for moments like this every so often. I loved the attention too. You know that I was like super flat, only about a year or so ago? It's true, you know. I had a crazy growth spurt - getting a cute, round bubble butt and massive, jiggling 38JJ cup boobies (which somehow looked even bigger in my thin frame and 5'6" height) from my modest 32B cup before. It was really annoying though. You have any idea how many bra stores I had to go to? None of them really helped me much around here, so I needed to special order from places in the internet.
My boyfriend, while he did love me a lot, I'm sure wasn't too thrilled about how my body developed. Not that he was ashamed of my body now, which seemed like such a big difference to how it was just a year ago. Far from it! Johnny has tried to kiss me more and more and I needed to be careful about his hands! No, it was mainly due to the fact that other guys (and sometimes even women) gave me dirty, perverted looks. In fact, there were a few people in particular that Johnny got really jealous of. I knew their names, although I'd be lying to you if I said that I knew them really well.
First, was Terry. He was our manager at Victor Food Marts, the grocery store that we worked at. He was the manager for the stocking people, so my sweet boyfriend worked for him. I think Terry was like...forty years old, or something. He made somewhat good money though; both from this job and some other business he had on the side. He was a pretty tall guy, I'd say maybe like...5'11 or 6'0 fall. He had short hair, like Bruce Willis or something and a pretty strong build. He'd often try to strike up conversations with me, but seeing as I was a cashier and he was always in the back, I'd manage to get away. I say get away, because apparently he had a bad reputation with women! But here's the funny thing about Terry; he was my uncle! Yep, my sweet boyfriend was jealous of my uncle, can you believe it?
Speaking of bad reputation with women, there was Joel. He was a classmate of ours, or ex-classmate seeing as high school is officially over for us. He was a known pervert at the school and from what I've heard from my friends, he was obsessed over my newly developed titties! Thankfully, Johnny was always there to get him away from me. It sucked that he was such a pervert, because honestly, with his physique and blue eyes, I'm sure that he could make a girl happy. Not me, of course, but another girl. To make matters worse, he knew quite a few coworkers of mine and they had all sorts of strange stories about him.
But anyway, let's move on from that! I tried to tell Johnny that he had nothing to worry about. I wasn't stupid! I knew the kind of people that I needed to stay away from because they were, let's face it, not very good people. That wasn't enough for Johnny sometimes, since he knew that they followed me on social media and Snapchat, getting more videos like these:
Time and time again, I told him that it was okay. They were just videos and it's not like I was chatting with them or anything. The funny thing is that while that worked for a while, my boyfriend wasn't happy for the fact that I was probably going to bump into one of them tomorrow. Why tomorrow? It was because it was the annual corporate Christmas party we had in the somewhat nearby corporate office. But like I told him, it wouldn't be so bad! I had him and I was smart, you know. There was nothing in the universe that could corrupt me!
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