Here’s a snippet of the beginning. Let me know if you enjoy, I’ll send you the rest when it’s done :) :3
**Diary**
25th April 2023
Dear journal, allow me to introduce myself. I am Lena, a 27-year-old business freak standing at an impressive height of 6”1. While I may be considered too mature for diary writing, I find solace in the act of penning my thoughts… lol, why am I trying to use such long words? Lena, chill, you can drop your work persona, you’re only writing to yourself! (Or someone who finds this… Hi, stranger. What’s the year 4000 like? Are there monsters?).
About me…Other than work, work, work, I do a lot of sports. Growing up in a family of athletes, I followed in my parents’ footsteps and played basketball throughout high school and college. Though, despite being a part of a tall family, I’m still set apart from them by my massive chest lol. Initially, it was a source of embarrassment because I was already being stared at for my height, but now I take pleasure in the weighty pull on my shoulders that comes with it. Makes sport a little harder but softens the blow when I fucking crush an opponent at rugby. My coach always told me – their pain is your pleasure. That stuck with me, not just through sport… hence my gruelling career having to fire people left right and centre. Woopsie. The amount of upset emails I get… People aren’t strong these days. Get a grip.
ANYWAY… My tits are painfully large so they pose a challenge when it comes to finding clothes that fit, to say the least. As I walk to work each day, the attention my curves get and the unabashed stares from onlookers serve as a constant reminder of my physical differences to most people. I often imagine crushing the catcallers between my chest as a satisfying form of retribution. One can dream, right? Lol. I think I’m coming across as a bitch here, but I promise I’m nice.
I just refuse to let anyone dim my light.
Mum used to tell me that I should grow up to find a nice man who could take care of me, but as an adult, I laugh at the idea that a man could ever provide for me in the way that I can take care of myself. I’ve worked hard to build a successful career in the business world and am more than capable of taking care of my own needs. I’m the youngest senior manager at my company, and I’m proud of what I’ve achieved. My height can be a hindrance at times, but I’ve learned to use it to my advantage – it makes me stand out in a crowd, and commands attention.
In fact, I’m not sure this whole diary thing is much fun if I can’t see the person on the other side listen to me and tell me how wonderful my thoughts are… Hmm. Let’s see if I can keep this up.
2nd July 2023
10am
I have been so bad at writing here. It always feels too much of a chore, and I don’t have the time or interest – work comes first. I’ll try my best to document this week. It’ll be nice to read back when I’m older.
So, it’s already July – how?! – the weather is so hot and humid. This morning there was a sheen of sweat on my skin as I got out of bed. London is struggling to keep up with the summer heat, and my landlord hasn’t given me the luxury of air-con, so I felt sticky and uncomfortable. Yuck. Maybe I should write him a bratty letter, always works. Gtg, couple more work calls and then going to the office.
11am
As I arrive at work, I’m taking in the familiar sight of my building. I’ll describe a few bits so I can remember in future! It’s a sleek, modern structure made of glass and steel that rises high into the sky. The lobby is spacious and well-lit, with marble floors and potted plants lining the walls. As I step into the elevator, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrored walls – I have to admit that I look sharp in my tailored pantsuit and sleek high heels today. A grand height of 6”4.
As the elevator doors open onto my floor, I step out into a large, open-plan office space. The walls are cream-coloured in the office, adorned with framed pictures of cityscapes which I often sit daydreaming over. It’s easy to zone out, playing with a few strands of my soft hair, staring at the tiny little skyline. My desk is made of dark wood and covered in papers and files, located by a large floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the bustling city below. The lighting is bright, but not too harsh, and the carpet is a deep shade of navy blue – it feels plush under my feet, though I can’t help but feel frustrated as I sit in my chair, trying to get comfortable despite the fact that it’s too low for my long legs. My legs just can’t fit, and it’s hard to find a position that doesn’t make them ache. It’s just another reminder of how my height affects even the smallest aspects of my life, sigh, I should really get a foot stool. And the heat doesn’t help… I can feel my thighs sticking together, and a lake of sweat forming deep in my cleavage.
Mark just arrived too, a colleague – not a friend – who sits across from me. A short man with a bald head and a perpetual smirk on his face. He always finds a way to make a comment about my height, and it’s frustrating to deal with his constant teasing – he thinks he’s so good at dishing it out, but just isn’t a natural at it. I don’t let it get to me and take pleasure in his discomfort when he fails to get a reaction. Bet he’s a virgin.
Lately, I have dreams about Mark being shrunk down to ant size. I know – really weird, right?… In these dreams, I use my fingernails to trap him and show him who’s really in charge. It’s satisfying to see him so small and powerless, especially since he’s always trying to make me feel inferior.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12zoqoz/27f_oc_just_wrote_my_first_erotica_youll_enjoy_it