This is not my normal subject matter. It's a simple short story that popped into my head; it's not too in-depth, but I hope it is still exciting to some. I enjoy the idea of a woman attaining true happiness after finding the man who deserves to own her. After rolling it around in my head, I decided to type it out and see how it went.
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Miko was a shy but beautiful Japanese girl, 5'1" tall, who had recently finished her undergraduate degree in biochemistry and was interning at a national research lab the summer after graduation. She did not have a boyfriend; the only relationship she ever had ended at the same time as graduation when her ex-boyfriend revealed that he got a job on the other side of the country without discussing it with her first.
Miko had entered the relationship during college. He was a law student, busy and under similar familial pressures. As a result, the two formed a relationship of convenience that resulted in a hollow relationship that produced nothing but cute photos of the pair posted on Facebook to satiate everyone's expectations. He assumed she would come with him but did not respect her enough to involve her in his life-altering decisions. Most of the other boys she knew were in science and engineering programs and knew nothing about how to treat women properly, or at least that was their reputation; how her ex treated her made her think ill of all men in general.
It surprised Miko how little she was affected by her only boyfriend moving away and their relationship ending. Yes, the news made her sad, but Miko realized that her feelings of loss and sadness were not because her love was gone; she did not truly love him, after all. What hurt and panicked her the most was the thought of how she would explain this to her friends and family. Having a boyfriend and then a husband was one of the checkboxes of accomplishments she was supposed to have checked off. Miko had a life path planned for her, not by one person in particular, but by the combined expectations of those around her. She was expected to get good grades, get into a good college, get a degree in a difficult subject, go to graduate school, and get a high-paying job regardless of whether she liked any of those steps or not. Simultaneously, Miko was to have a nice Asian boyfriend to look good in pictures with to compete with her friends, and then later satisfy her mother and father with grandchildren. Her relationship ending had been a wake-up call, and she was taking the opportunity away from her parents to think things over.
Miko had been accepted to a number of prestigious graduate programs and was planning to move to her new academic home in mid-August, only three months away. The prospect of continuing along her current path did not excite her nearly as much as it excited her mother, who enjoyed bragging to her friends about Miko's accomplishments. Miko's heart meandered, searching for purpose, and she found herself deep in thought at all times, her mind spinning constantly to evaluate what she wanted and needed and how that differed from the goals she was pressured into taking on by those around her.
Miko was always deep in thought while men tried to flirt with her unsuccessfully. They tended to stare at her beautiful face as she worked, walked between laboratories, and ate lunch in the cafeteria, and all of them yearned to have her eyes look into theirs. She typically wore glasses, but sometimes she wore contacts, and either style accentuated her face perfectly. Miko had the cutest habit of bringing her index finger up to her lip when she thought, and she knew it melted the hearts around her. She wore dresses and skirts when she could and despised wearing pants, which in her line of work was a hated necessity.
Miko wanted to do something different with her life but didn't yet know exactly what. The days passed, and Miko did not enjoy the summer weather as much as she did in previous years. Instead of being outdoors, she opted to spend most of her free time playing computer games and watching videos online.
In her work environment, she made the males around her nervous and self-conscious of every uttered word and hand gesture. They were careful not to allow any of their actions to be misconstrued as sexual harassment. They wanted her, and she could tell. There wasn't any connection of substance to be found with any of them, and she wasn't one to hop into bed for empty sex.
One day, Miko caught the eye of a man named Jim, who looked like many other white males but was different from his colleagues in a few key ways that naive women don't fully appreciate. Jim was fine with that; he wore his heart on his sleeve and was 100% genuine, not hiding his feelings or intentions one bit. He figured that he only wanted a woman who liked him for who he was and who had a similar vision for the future. If they didn't, then there was no reason to waste time trying to make something work that was inherently broken.
Jim introduced himself while Miko ate lunch alone. At that moment, Miko knew he was different from the other men drawn to her. He was charming, funny, and confident, and she liked how he almost towered over her by more than a foot in height. She could talk to him about anything, and he was always interested in what she had to say. Soon, they ate lunch together daily and hit it off as good friends, even though he was eight years her senior. As they opened up to each other more, their topics of conversation became more raunchy. It was clear from the beginning that Jim was attracted to Miko and vice-versa. Their feelings for each other were evident to any observer with a pulse, and everyone left them alone when they were together. It was just as well since they wouldn't have looked anywhere else but into each other's eyes, anyway.
One day, during a conversation at lunch, Jim interrupted Miko mid-sentence and said, "You're so beautiful," then abruptly leaned in and kissed her, causing her to blush and smile.
"I'm taking you out tonight," Jim told her. "Email me your address so I know where to pick you up."
Miko's heart fluttered as she squeaked out a shy, "OK."
Miko prepared herself for her date that night, a Friday night. Miko was excited and nervous, and she wondered if her feelings were real love or just some fleeting rush that would pass in time. She hadn't ever felt this way with anyone before, even her ex-boyfriend. Miko wore the panties that made her feel sexiest, and the one skirt she owned that made it most likely for her to expose those panties accidentally. She hoped Jim liked that. Miko had been masturbating more and more as of late, with thoughts of Jim in her mind, holding her, owning her, taking her bare and unprotected.
