Sharon Had a Boob Job!


Sharon Had a Boob Job!
by Faramarz

I met Mike on the soccer field and I immediately liked him. He was a cool guy and a great player, for an American that is! He had just moved here from the Southland and showed up at the park wanting to play. He looked like a surfer guy with the blond hair, blue eyes and an old 1970’s red Porsche 911. He was looking for a place to stay for a few months so I offered him to move into my place for a few bucks. He gladly accepted and brought his stuff over.

I have to say, I had never known anybody who had so many women in such a short period of time. I used to tell him, “Guys like you make us foreign men look so innocent! Everybody thinks that we are sex-starved and single-minded, but you are totally focused on one thing and one thing only. And that is how to get the next chick! We get the flack and you get all the attention! How do you get away with it?” He brought home the cashier girl from the grocery store, the barista at the coffee place and the flower lady on the street corner. It all looked so easy and so effortless! Meanwhile, I was going through a draught and had no dates and no action! It all seemed so unfair!

After a month or so, he met Jill, a tall brunette and they started dating. Jill came to the house and spent many nights there. She was a screamer! They usually left the bedroom door or windows open and you could hear her moaning and groaning at nights! It was very annoying.

Then one day, out of the blue, Mike mentioned that Jill’s roommate, Sharon, is single, available and would love to go out with me, if I were interested. After checking out her qualifications, I gladly accepted! Jill however, mentioned in passing that her roommate has had a breast augmentation and she even said how much the operation cost! I just laughed and didn’t say anything, but I sensed the tension and jealousy between the two women!

Mike and I did the double date and ended up back at my place. As soon as Mike and Jill disappeared into their room, Sharon came on to me like I had never seen before. I was still contemplating in my head the pros and cons of the breast implant when she removed her bra and proudly displayed her two fantastic looking breasts!

I was very confused. Knowing that there were two silicon bags in there and how much she had paid for them was a turn-off, but I had to step up to the challenge and ignore the distraction. Don’t get me wrong, she was an attractive woman, petite, with everything in the perfect size. It was just that her breasts were out of proportion with the rest of her body!

I was completely taken by these two foreign objects that were staring at me! As I approached them carefully, I sensed a metallic smell! It felt like her body smelled like silicon! It was a complete distraction, or maybe my mind was playing a game on me, but I had to carry on. I did what I had to do, and tried not to alarm her. I didn’t want her to know that I knew her secret!

She proudly shoved her breasts into my face as if they were the top prize and was expecting me to admire them! Finally, we got into the action and then she started screaming and kept saying that I was the one and this and that! But I knew that it was partly a show! She was getting back at her roommate in the other room for all her fake screams in the middle of the night!

You see, I am always amused by women. They are such interesting creatures, and I love them all, but sometimes they completely overdo it! And this was one of those occasions. I mean, I do get a passing grade in the bedroom, but this chick was acting like I had set her hair on fire; all the aah’s and ooh’s and screaming! I was laughing so hard inside and those two silicon breast were just sitting there so perfectly, all perked up and defying all the laws of physics and gravity! Sr. Isaac Newton, “Roohet Shaad!”

I carried on with this charade for a few more weeks. After two months or so, Mike got serious about Jill and proposed to her. They moved in together and planned a sunset wedding at the beach. Sharon kept the place because her cat liked it. And I decided that I love women exactly the way they are with all their beauty and imperfections!

Spring, Summer, Winter and Fall, No implants needed!


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by Monda on

I wish next time you hit the augmentations, you do ask her for her reasons for undergoing the procedure. I mean before discovering them (didn't sound the way I meant it). It'd be a good opening piece (ey baba, can't say the right thing, better log off :). Not that Sharon needed it that time around. Which tells me she was on a mission. Still... would be nice to bring it up, in your next encounters.

By the way, I do acknowledge the cheesiness of my me-you part on my last comment. But your reply was good, as usual. I really meant the collective you on ic. And yes things are Ok with me, just labor-intensive. Thank you my friend.



by Faramarz on

I hope that everything is working ok for you and thanks for reading and commenting.

For whatever it's worth, life is a lot more interesting without all the Me's and You's; only the Meeous!


Faramarz, I just read your comment

by Monda on

Sorry for the delayed response. My visits here are rather soksoki due to various plans in my personal life. (It's not You, it's Me sort of a thing : )

You may have already moved on from this blog, it's been a while. But I think that such procedures are always about a person's view of themselves - in a personal context and in relation to the world around them.

Let me re-read your blog for details about the characters and the relational dynamics, then maybe I can respond to your question more properly.

Your new blog on French Teacher sounds Fun too, Hayf! 



What I Meant Monda

by Faramarz on

I was wondering what you, as a woman think of a woman who is in a relationship and feels the need to augment herself and how would a man feel considering that she has every right to do whatever she wants to do.

Wow, that was a mouthful! No pun intended!



by Monda on

You could come back to any topic when you and MM like, ejazeh laazem nist. If you meant my thoughts on your explanation for the enlargement being so exposed and accessible... I'd say she likes it that way.

By the way, did you notice the silicon injected bootie? Why isn't anyone appreciating that piece? (because it's not as exposed? hmm just wonderin : )



Monda and M&M

by Faramarz on

Thanks for reading and commenting.

MM Jaan,

A boob job for Mehrieh is quite a challenging concept for me; a somewhat Gheyrati Iranian man!

From what I have seen and learned from women who get a boob job, I can say that they become very generous and liberal about sharing their newly-found cleavage with the general public! And not every man is comfortable with the concept of sharing their honey with the public at large!

So, I would say not the best idea. Although, many women would tell you, “Honey, don’t worry, let the world see them and be jealous of you because you are the only one that gets to…!”

But, let’s come back to this topic at some point in the near future.

I wonder what Monda thinks of this!



Faramarz - would you accept a boob-job as mehriyyeh?

by MM on

Faramarz - would you accept a boob-job as mehriyyeh?  Although, once done, there is no rebate if you change your mind!  Sounds like a senario for your next story, doesn't it?

Good reading - keep them coming

Anahid Hojjati

Faramarz jan,

by Anahid Hojjati on

albateh man ba cheshm khaharee negah kardam va sad albateh shoma rast megeed :).


Fun read : ))

by Monda on

It always fun to read your adventures as usual. (Not that I have any voyeuristic bone in me haa : )


Nobody's Perfect Anahid!

by Faramarz on

Please ignore her imperfections! After all, that was the central point of my blog!

Well, that and the screams. I learned to ignore those too!

Anahid Hojjati

Faramarz, a question about the lady in the picture

by Anahid Hojjati on

What do you think about her body? To me, it looks a bit on the freakish side at least from this angle.


Pfffty Porcupine!

by Faramarz on

What an adventurous blog would that be!

Sailing the high seas with the torn masts, the ripped pillows and sheets and the Titanic ending!


boobie trap

by ComraidsConcubine on

 why do I have this nightmarish feeling that one day, I'm going to recognize myself in one of Ferferzi's blogs of the nights of the passing ships with cabin's of no pillows to tear and scream into?



I don't think so

by divaneh on

Because it was herself who asked me to take everything off but my shoes.



by Faramarz on

She was probably telling you to take your shoes off in bed!


Fake scream

by divaneh on

Funny no one ever had to fake it for me :) . Thanks for the excellent story Faramarz jaan. I used to go out with a real screamer that initially made me a little uncomfortable in that students shared house. Later it became of course a sign of pride.


Dear Perfect Friends!

by Faramarz on

Thanks for reading and commenting! I appreciate your insight.


We will carry this torch as far as we can and will try to change the misconceptions about us, the misconceived foreign men!

That was a great movie, but I should watch it again. There is always a new angle when we see these old classics.

Esfand Jaan,

I actually did keep my eyes on the prize because those implants sometimes have a mind of their own and can fight back! If one is not careful with those firm things, they could hurt you like an uppercut!


What can I say? I am a slow-learner! It takes me a month or two to realize what kind of predicament I am in. But no scars, yet!

Cousin Mehrdad,

One of these days, people will realize that these are all your stories and I am just a ghost writer for you! But till then, we will keep this a secret!

Mash Ghasem,

Most of us have a lot of Lando and some of Marcello Must-o-Khyari in us! With a dash of Zohouri, of course! 

Mash Ghasem


by Mash Ghasem on

Thanks for Demis , it reminded me of Spring in streets of Kermanshah passing by cars 'blasting' Demis,...

Sharon- no comment. Some fo your characters are a blend of Marcelo, Lando and Cary all in one!

Nice picture, it's fake though, it's all airbrush.


"I love women exactly the

by Bavafa on

"I love women exactly the way they are with all their beauty and imperfections! "

Amen to that!

Yet, another great story, perhpas one of those few story tellers that I feel I am there watching it as it happens.


Anahid Hojjati

Faramarz jan, after month of being with Sharon, you then decided

by Anahid Hojjati on

that imperfections were OK. Hala khoob hal kardi, akharersh imperfections Ok shod. My dear friend, that would have been something if from the beginning, you were Ok with imperfections. Now for the next time, remember the lesson and don't fall for the next gorgeous gal with the boob job. Otherwise, if you go out for months with the beautiful girl and then blog that imperfections are ok, I am afraid it will be too late for the imperfect ones. As they say:"Give the ugly a chance".  Thanks Faramarz for a funny blog.

Esfand Aashena

ناشکری کردی حواست پرت شد!

Esfand Aashena

As they say you should always kept your eyes on the ball!  You should've just let her do her cheerleading thing and you just sit back.  Instead you tried to argue about it and politicize it!  Your Iranian politic bureau took over! 

Everything is sacred

hamsade ghadimi

you have a great knack for

by hamsade ghadimi on

you have a great knack for storytelling faramarz.  i enjoyed it as usual.  i liked the line "the foreigners get all the flak, and they get all the attention."  what i disliked about a similar predicament was the distraction outside of the house.  it seemed as if the whole stadium was staring at her yayas and they were not even implants.  i think of you as the character marcelo masterioni played in fellini's "city of women."  if you haven't, you should see the movie.  the character's goal in the movie is to find the ideal woman.  great music by the way.