On writing as a craft

I have been writing stories under another pseudonym and so work on Vivian's story has stopped for quite a while. It is unfortunate that the nature of those new stories are not suitable for this blog and I can't link from here either. I seriously hope to come back and continue on Vivian one day and start new stories.

I have joined an online writing group recently and one of the members asked for advice on how to put his many ideas to writing. Since I took the effort to craft a reply, I thought I will post it to this my main writing blog as well.

I find that it is good to start writing, keep writing, to aim to release your work regularly and to keep refining your work.

To share my experience, I have been writing local fiction for a few years, first posting them to a local BBS and eventually to my own blog. Some readers like them, some don't. The comments from some readers have been most encouraging, and so I continue posting them because they are well-received. I write anonymously because criticism is less painful when received online. Perhaps one day I will be good enough to publish in my own name. What I am doing now is to train until I reach that level.

When I start on a new story, there is pressure to continue with it and to finish it. This is good for me because as others have said, writing is a craft, your work needs to be polished and refined, and this needs discipline. You know how hard it is for most people to motivate themselves to go for a run unless there is external pressure (IPPT, lose weight, etc)?

Ideas come in as I write and I just write down what I can, with lousy structure when I am just recording the ideas, paying little heed to the quality of the writing until I start editing it. I plan out the rough plot before I start, type out what I can and edit it more times than I can count, adding in descriptions, changing the phrasing, move entire sentences and paragraphs around as I go along. It is a lot of work to polish it up and improve the quality of the writing.

So what I'm trying to say is to start writing and to aim to post your writings regularly. Perhaps if you are not a fiction writer, you might also find it useful to post a short article a week, on any topic that come to mind. Spend the whole week (a few nights?) writing and editing and polishing it, and post it on a fixed day of the week. You can post to a blog if you like. Even if nobody reads it, you can feel yourself improving as you go along. Writing is a skill to be perfected as much as a musician or a painter practice his skill and gets better.

Moving to tripod

I'm moving my stories to tripod! They give topics and allow back-dating of stories, so it is much easier for me to arrange the chapters in the correct sequence. Makes it easier for you to read also!

http://ssc-stories.tripod.com/

update on 27 Jan 07:
Tripod is unbelievably slow! And tedious to use! Now that Blogger has finally caught up and given me topics and (once again) backdating of stories, perhaps it is enough for me. So I'm back on blogger.

I have changed the post date on the Vivian stories so that if they are displayed with the first chapter on top and the last below. In this way you can just scroll down as you read, and click on the "Older Posts" link at the bottom to see the next chapters. Is it easier for you this way? I have also added new chapters, 18 and 19

Sample 34D

34D on a slender figure is not common locally. Fat 34Ds are everywhere. This is for those who have not seen the real stuff, face to breasts before. They exist. Cheers.

Miss Singapore Universe 2006. She's around that size.

My Office Colleague - Part 1

My Office Colleague - Part 1
by s.s.c.

There is a new girl on my team. Vivian is a marketing executive who drives us very hard to deliver what she has committed to the customers. I normally hate that in a marketing guy, but she is generous with her treats, often buying us starbucks coffee when we work late, sometimes dinner as well. It helps tremendously that she is young and gorgeous, with 34D boobs that bounce hypnotically when she laughs. And she laughs loud and often. Did I mention that she gives out treats often to boost our morale? I love it when we are hunched the same table poring over the documentation because I will sometimes have a good downblouse view of her snow white alps.

She has a very Japanese look and is every bit as kawaii as those you see on TV. She is irresistible when she pouts, her small mouth and full lips look like they are made for kissing. Or for sucking cock. Her eyes are big and expressive, and they sparkle when we tell her we are able to meet her very tight schedule. With that kind of face and body, how can we not commit to the schedule and to work closely with her? She works long hours and end the day with either pubbing or burning those calories off in the gym when she's not drinking. Her exercises paid off, her legs are long and slender, her butt fleshy and perky, and she looks very good in a low riding jeans that reveal the 2 dimples on her lower back.

My team consists mostly of developers and we customise our products to suit whoever she is trying to sell our services to. I would rather she buy my services for her own pleasure. She is new, but already very successful at clinching deals. I bet her breasts help her a lot. We are all under the spell of her boobs and are all working harder than for the previous marketing executive. We can't see much during the work week as her clothes tend to cover up properly, but she dresses more casually on Fridays. She wore a white polo tee and jeans last Friday and I got a good view of her purple bra and the round orbs that are porcelain white. The valley between her mountains is deep, and the bottom of the valley is hidden by the shadows. I could hardly concentrate on the discussion. Did she notice how distracted I was? Did she know how good a view the few of us are getting?

We went out to buy dinner for the team last Friday. Her treat, of course, we are all buddy-buddy with her and we know she is paid a lot better than us. We are not shy to let her buy us dinner all the time because we know her commission is good and she can well afford the treats. More importantly, it is her way of buying favour with us to meet her ridiculous deadlines, and she has already promised to buy us as many rounds of drinks as we want when the whole project is finished. We went out in my car and we talked cock all the way there and back. It is hard to not like her sunny disposition, even when I'm not looking at her breasts. But I can hardly resist looking at her breasts when she has pulled on the seat belt and it cuts between them, pressing on them and emphasizing their shape. When we got the dinner, we walked back to the car with 1 plastic bag each. Opening the rear doors from both sides, we bent down and packed them into the rear seat.

She caught me looking into her tee and scolded me, "Wah just now in office haven't seen enough ah? See whole day already still want to see?"

I blushed, embarrassed to have been caught in the act of gazing into her cleavage.

She laughed and told me, "Don't drool too much, haven't get back to office yet you already got so much saliva! Quick leh, faster start the car, I hungry liao."

She's very aware of her sexual appeal and the effect she is having on us, and she's really cool about it. I decided to be brave and test how cool she really is.

"Just now you know I was looking ah?"

"Of course know lah, not just you, the others all pretending also. All like never see before like that!" She had a mischievous grin on her face

"They look so nice, hard to resist."

"See until cannot concentrate right! Later don't see so much can? Concentrate and quickly finish up! Every night work until so late really no joke. Later I still want to go gym."

She's still cool about the view she's giving us. She changed the topic to her workout sessions, telling me about her Orchard Road gym membership. I complained that I missed my weekly basketball game with my kakis because I was working on her project, and she invited me to go with her at her premium gym. Now I can't wait to finish up and and go with her to see her bounce!

My Office Colleague - Part 2

Our team finally finished working after 9pm, and we packed up to go home. Most of them are going home to get much needed rest, while I went to the gym with my busty colleague Vivian. She's still young and energetic, and I'm energetic because I will get the chance to see her in her tight-fitting gym attire.

I changed into my tee and shorts and waited outside the changing room for her. The sight of her in a tight-fitting lycra tee and shorts set brought my penis to life. This is the first time I have ever seen her in shorts, and the muscles on her long legs are as well-toned as I imagined they will be. I like women who are slender enough that their legs are visibly less fleshy at the point where they join the body, such that there is a hollow at her groin. The triangle formed between her pussy and her legs was tantalising!

The best part is still her breasts, the sheer size of 34D on her slender body drawing attention from men around us. Her tee opens a bit at the neckline and shows just a little bit of cleavage. A little bit for most girls, but the way her tee is stretched over her twin peaks, it opens up quite a bit more. The cleft at the base of her breasts can be seen clearly, that Y shape formed on her chest between her breasts, where the 2 mounds are pressed together to form a little triangle between them. I forced myself to look away from that Y before my erection grew too obvious.

She turned and walked towards the aerobics rooms, and I could see her pantylines on her bum. Her buttocks are fleshy enough for my taste, rounded and high with no signs of sagging. Again I could see through the triangle at her pussy and could not help but imagine running my finger through it. Really have to stop thinking of such things! Luckily, the briefs I was wearing today is tight enough to hold in my rising cock down, as it will be embarrasing to be spotted with an erection in public! It was pretty uncomfortable, though.

We finished work too late, and there were no more classes at this time. She decided to just run and do some light weights. She was disappointed because she is paying so much for this gym because of the aerobics classes and the way instructors push them to work harder and burn more fats. I was disappointed because I would not be seeing her bounce as much as I had hoped for. Even though we were running side by side on the treadmills, I could hardly find excuses to keep turning my head to ogle at her cleavage! So while we were doing warmups and stretching, I took the opportunity to look as much as I could. Her tee shows much cleavage, but there is much more still hidden within! I tried not to imagine myself running my prick between the narrow gap between her breasts, hugged tightly by her soft and firm boobies! Bouncy, smooth, snowy white, with hard nipples at the tip surrounded by dark areola... Stop thinking!

She was wearing a tight sports bra that managed to hold down her big breasts and support them while she was on the treadmill. They still bounced rhythmically with her strides. The movements they make are truly amazing. From my direction I could only see them bobbing up and down, but I know that the view from the front will see them swing side to side also. I was glad we were running side by side and not facing each other, at least I could get my erection to deflate such that I could run more normally. It was a relief, and yet a disappointment. She did not run for long, only enough to break a sweat and put a little blush into her cheeks. Turning to me, she rasped out, "I'm not running anymore, I'm going to do some weights."

Her breathless voice roused my penis, which was getting ready to go and sleep. When I fuck her I will make her even more breathless, I was telling myself. She sauntered off to the weights stations and did some bench press exercises. It was not long before one of the male instructors came over to chat with her. I bet she attracts a lot of attention in the gym with her swinging bosoms. I had been thinking to join her at the weights machine when I have warmed up a little more, someone else has beat me to it. From her expression it was obvious that she did not welcome his attention, and I stepped off the treadmill, to her rescue. He was standing behind her to spot for her, guiding her arms as she pushed the weights up, steadying her. All very proper, as a helpful instructor might do. Except that from his angle he was getting a very good view down her cleavage. I know that he was enjoying the view, taking in the changes in the shape of her breasts as her arms moved up and down, compressing her breasts and letting them relax in turn. I started talking to her as though we had not stopped our conversation, and she was quick to pick it up. Seeing our familiarity and how quickly we resumed our chat, and how little attention we paid him, he left after a while.

"Thanks, you can be so sweet." What a compliment from her!

"Couldn't stand the way he's hanging around you when you obviously don't like his company"

"Yah lor! He pesters me everytime I come here! Still haven't seen enough even after I'd been here so many times!"

"How to see enough? So chio like you, see how many times also not enough."

She looked at me with a mischievous grin. "Is that why you came over? To have a good look yourself?"

A bit stunned by her directness, I fumbled. "Err... no lah, hero save the beauty mah."

I went behind her to hide my growing erection from her. Standing near her while she's sitting down with her cleavage exposed is definitely having an effect on me. I tried to do some weights and to take my mind off her figure. We finished up and went for a shower. On the way home, she asked me if guys walk around the mens changing room naked. I didn't really pay attention, but I think they mostly wrap towels around their waist. She told me that there are a lot of the women walk around nude. I wanted to ask her if they look at how big her breasts are, and if any had been nasty towards her, but dared not. She told me that some even blow dry their hair naked! Huh... hair on their head or hair below? And is she shaved or furry? Better don't ask her...

I drove her to her home, halfway across the island from mine. But I didn't mind. I like the way the seat belt of the passenger car pressed between her mighty bosoms and I was enjoying our chat. She lives in a rented condo alone, at age 25. Told you she's well paid enough to be buying us dinner regularly. Just before she left, I asked her if she wanted to go for a swim. She blinked at me like an animal caught in the headlights of a car, surprised. I could almost hear the gears spinning in her head as she weighed what my intentions were, and if she was ready to show me even more of herself. My intentions were less than honourable, I can assure you. She suggested going for a swim during lunch one of these days, as I do sometimes.

It will be a short swim, but I will get to see her in her bikini! Something to look forward to.

My Office Colleague - Part 3

Life is good when you are hanging around with a big-breasted chiobu everyday. It's even better when you are engaging in physical activities with her.

I have a habit of going swimming during lunch once a week. It's one way to keep my body tanned and maintain my fitness despite my hectic work schedule. There is a public swimming pool near our office that is usually deserted during lunch, when kids are still travelling to or from school. It's a nice getaway from the pressure of work, if only for an hour. My busty colleague Vivian went swimming with me today, and believe me, it was a struggle to remain a gentleman when with her. We agreed to meet outside the changing rooms before going into the pool, then moved quickly to make the most of our lunch hour.

I had just changed into my trunks and finished locking up my stuff in the locker when I caught sight of her in her orange bikini. It's pretty conservative, the top is like a halter and the straps are almost as broad too, not the string bikini I was hoping for. She's showing a lot more than I have seen of her, of course. A bikini is a bikini now matter how conservative it is. The bikini bottom is like a panty, showing amazingly long legs. No cameltoe. Damn. Maybe I will get to see them later. My eyes were torn between feasting on her breasts and the material at the edge of her bikini wrinkled at her crotch. Her breasts are swaying a little as she walked towards me, especially as she walked down the 2 steps towards the locker area.

Trying to remain a gentleman, I turned my eyes elsewhere, to her marvelously flat abs, with toned abs muscles that show up when she turn her body. Not helping much. When she turns and stuffs her bag into her locker, I got to see how the back of her bikini bottom stretch over her wide hips and leave the bottom of her bums exposed, pale and white like new moon crescents! If she's wearing a thong, her fleshy buns will be like 2 full moons! With her figure and long hair, she's like a nymph. Maybe she will fuck like a nymphomaniac. Ok, I really have to find something else to think about before a get a big bulge in my trunks. That will be extremely obvious and embarrassing.

I applied sunblock on myself while deciding how many laps to swim. I tried not to look at her twin peaks jutting out from her chest, her arms pulled back and tying up her long hair, squeezing them into a swimming cap. I tried not to think of how exposed, vulnerable and inviting her breasts were, just inches from my face. I tried not to scan for nipple shapes. I tried to keep cool and to finish applying sunblock quickly so I can walk away from her before my erection showed. She finished tying up her long hair and asked me to put some sunblock on her shoulders and back. More torture for me.

Rubbing onto her neck and shoulders, I could feel the firmness and tenderness of her skin. Here was one who seldom sees the sun, whose skin remains unblemished by burns, still smooth and soft like a baby's skin. She told me she usually swim during the early morning or night to avoid darkening her skin. She is one of those Chinese who can be described as having a porcelain complexion, and her breasts are almost white in colour! Standing behind her, I was getting a fantastic downblouse view over her shoulders, looking into her deep cleavage within her bikini top. There is no stopping my rising erection now, and I was past caring! I My fingers were tingling with anticipation when I moved down her back, applying sunblock.

My hands moved to the sides of her body and she lifted her arms slightly to let me move in. Stroking from her wasp-like waist up to almost her armpit and down again, I marvelled at how slender she is, while she's so big in front. I could feel her ribs under her skin easily. My fingers strayed onto the sides of her breasts and she squirmed away. They feel so soft! She told me she's ready for a swim and took a few steps towards the pool before turning back. I quickly turned around to hide my raging hardon, putting my lotion into the locker, but I was too late. She was already giggling, having noticed the huge bulge in the little triangle of my speedos. It's making a tent and pushing my trunks away from my body, leaving a gap at the waist where I could look down and see my own pubic hair. It's almost pushing its way out , stopped only by the band of my trunks.

"Phew! You're normal. I thought you have no response when with me!" She giggled.

She's enjoying the effect she has on me. Quite the cock-tease, isn't she?

"Next time you wear a g-string bikini and I will show you my response!" I dared her.

"Next time see how lor. You lucky today not many people around. Let others see you like this very paiseh. Faster go inside water before people notice"

I raised my eyebrow when she said next time, but I walked as calmly and quickly to the water and dropped in, without much attention from the few sunbathers. Once I was in, she started walking, her boobs swaying tantalizingly and got a few stares. I guess it's not often that they see such hotties at the local public pools. She teased me for staring and started poking me in the ribs. That started a lovely round of chasing and poking underwater, and it feels totally out of this world to be chasing a water nymph, groping her thigh and waist. I dared not grope her tits yet, much as I would want to. It feels strange to be swimming with a huge hardon, scooping water into my trunks through the opening at the waist.

We tried to do some serious swimming before our lunch hour was up. It was fascinating watching her swim though, especially when she swam the breast stroke and I was underwater to see her breasts change shape. What a name, breast stroke. I told her to go up first, and I did another 2 laps. By the time I was done, she was already showering in the ladies and I had managed to cool down enough to get out of water without an unsightly bulge. I had a good view at the edge of the pool, seeing her climb up the edge without using the ladders. Her bikini bottom rode up her butt crack and she paused to pull out the material from between her butt cheeks. She attracted the attention of the same guys as she sashayed to the lockers.

We grabbed a quick lunch before returning to office. She looked delicious in her lime green spaghetti top with her lacy green bra strap showing. I love to see matching bra straps exposed. She did not wear back her jacket after the swim and I continued my good view during lunch. She dropped a morsel of food on her exposed tits in her hurry to finish and I had to stifle a laugh while she tried to wipe herself as discreetly as possible.

We must go swimming more often. It's a very good morale booster.

My Office Colleague - Part 4

Our project is finally completed and Vivian, our busty marketing executive, treated the team to drinks as thanks for our help. Our team consists of 5 guys, and she is the only girl to be drinking with us. I think we have really built up quite a rapport and trust over the last few weeks, because she got quite drunk and had to be sent home. After the visual feast she gave us, it took a lot of self-control on our part to not take advantage of her.

She wore a tube and pants that night, and we got a pretty good view because her jacket was off. Her tube looks a bit strained by her 34D melons and left the base of her cleavage exposed, that Y-shaped cleft I love to see. Everyone was in a celebratory mood, jokes and beer flowed unceasingly. She had always been one to laugh loud and hard, and she really laughed herself red in the face tonight. Her twin peaks vibrated with her breathless giggles and throaty laughter, the guys jabbed each other in the ribs and we all took notice of the effect our jokes was having on her. Even the most quiet person on our team tried his best to get her to laugh even more. Perhaps the alcohol helped, because she laughed harder and more often than when she was in the office. She bent over and hugged her sides, her breasts hanging down shaking as she laughed and threatening to spill out. One of the guys discreetly took photos with his handphone.

We played drinking games and she accused us of conspiring to get her drunk. She made me promise to send her home safely, with the rest of the guys as witnesses. If anything happens to her, we all know whose fault it is. None of us took her seriously. She could hold her drink pretty well, but 1 girl against 5 guys does not stand a chance after a whole night of free-flowing beer. Her face, neck and breasts were flushed and red when she's drunk. She was totally wasted by the time we were ready to leave and we had to support her all the way to my car.

I drove with the windows open so that the fresh air can revive her a little. As her designated driver, I drank the least and could still drive safely. Not sure if I will pass the traffic police test, but getting the chance to send her home was worth the risk! My previous girlfriend just could not understand why I found her 36C breasts so attractive. Being an innocent girl, she just could not understand how a man's mind works and was not very turned on by my breast fetish. I had tried my best to explain, but she had never bought into the idea and could never satisfy me fully. There was always the sense that she was holding back. This girl is different. She's even bigger and she is well aware of her charms and knows how to use them. The sexual tension between us was keeping me on edge, wondering how far I can push the boundaries without straining our working relationship. Now that the project is finished, we might be able to bring this to a new level.

Driving to her home on the expressway with her asleep beside me, it was all I could do to keep from reaching out my left hand to grope her breasts. There was literally nobody else who could see what I was doing and she is probably too far gone to feel anything. I was quite against taking advantage of a drunk girl, especially when we are colleagues. She had been teasing me in private about giving me an erection that time we went swimming, but I still wouldn't want to do anything to upset her. By the time we have reached her housing estate however, I was about to lose the mental tug-of-war with my smaller head and reached out my hand. She suddenly started scratching her breasts and digging under the seat belt, scratching at her cleavage. Was she really drunk or is she just a very good actress?

Driving into her rented condo, the security guard looked at me suspiciously but waved me on and did not even bother to take down my identity. I could have raped her while she was drunk for all he cared, so what if he was paid to protect her. I parked the car and tried to wake her. Half asleep, she could not even walk properly, but she was awake enough to tell me her unit number.

She leaned heavily on me as I walked her to the lift, her heavy boobs pressing against my body. My cock almost bursting with the heavenly sensation, I spent more time looking down into her cleavage than looking forward. She slid down when I let go of one hand to press the lift button. In my hurry to catch hold of her, my hand wrapped itself around her body and closed on her breast! I let go in shock and she continued her fall, ending up sitting on the floor. She slapped my leg and complained that I did not hold her properly. Ok, I will hold her more securely now. The sensation was actually more of her bra cup than her breast, now I will make sure I touch the real thing. I grabbed her arm with one arm and one of her breasts with the other, hoisted her to her legs and into the lift. Now I could feel her strapless bra move a little as I pulled her up and her tube shifted up as well. Once she was standing, I smoothed them down again and pulled her tube a bit further down more than it was originally, exposing the black cups of her bra.

In the lift, she pressed her fleshy tits on my chest, leaning on me for support and mumbling some nonsense. She must have been wearing one of those maximisers with very rigid cups. I prefer those soft and lacy bras that would let me feel her firmness and softness. I stroked her back, feeling her bra strap, my fingers stroking their way to her armpit. The door opened on her floor just as I was at where I stopped that time when I put sunblock lotion on her. With a sigh of disappointment, I pushed her away from our hug and supported her so that it will be easier for us to walk, one hand still cupping her breast. I squeezed it another time before we walked out of the lift.

I know that she lives alone and we would not be bothered. If I wanted to remove her top, she might not know. If she throws up, I would have the excuse to strip her tube off and clean her up properly. Especially in her empty apartment, there is much that I can do and get away with, but I dumped her on her bed and left the room before anything happened. I still did not feel good taking too much advantage of her. Getting a free grope is different from deliberately undressing her. And I did not want to risk getting her upset, especially now that we had been getting closer.

She had a few bras hanging on a clothesrack. That's how i knew her size. 34D. I wanted to bring one of them home with me, but I would be the obvious suspect if she realised she lost one. Too obvious. Most of them had rigid cups. Maximisers or pushup bras, I think. Not that she needs them, I think. Already so big and still want to enlarge? One day I will see for myself how big they really are without the support.

Then next morning she came over to ask me if I really did not do anything to her while she was drunk. Of course I did not do anything. I only teased her that she "threw" herself at me and collapsed on me, so I had to support her with my body. She just said, "Orrr... like that only. Good boy, give you a treat next time."

Yeah, next time I will get her to willingly give me the treats I could have gotten last night.