PART ONE Chapter One Everything about me is BIG. I am considered by many to be a giant, definitely an oddity. My hairy body measures 6'8", wear 14 ½ shoes which I usually get custom made. My hands are enormous, like baseball mites and yes, my cock is also big, about 9 inches long, fat and cut and I have huge hairy balls, big low hangers. At 35 years of ag...
INTRODUCTION This is the story of how I underwent three regression therapy sessions with surprising revelations about my present life, love and personal circumstances Chapter 1: Opening Scene It was 7pm and I was beginning to get nervous, wondering if this was such a good idea after all. For the umpteenth time I had glanced at my watch, looked out of li...
I woke up on my left side, my eyes not quite willing to open. I slowly rolled onto my back and realised Rob wasn't in bed anymore. I tried to concentrate to see if I could hear any sound coming from the living room but there was none, everything was completely quiet and dark. It was still the middle of the night. For a few minutes, I tried to go back to slee...
CHAPTER EIGHT – IN THROUGH THE OUT-DOOR © Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2008/9 Congratulations to all you lovely people who have managed to read thus far, and to those of you who harangue us on a weekly basis for the conclusion of this story, here at least is an increment bringing you a step closer to the final denouement. But sincer...
Hello My Beautiful Readers! This will be the final chapter of my little story, but don't you worry. I will be writing a little epilogue for our favorite couple that takes place seven years into the future. I sincerely hope everyone enjoyed "The Slave and His Master" as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please let me know in the comments if you would like me to...
The Coffee Shop V: Happiness Is A Handsome Hypnotized Hunk Disclaimer. The following story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 2012. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known a...
One of the really funny things about life is that when you're up to your neck in shit, you get used to the smell. The last six years had been exactly that, each day worse than the day before. And all during that time, I had done everything I needed to do and had functioned one day at a time. Now, it was all catching up with me. * * * * * * I had come to N...
To all of my friends and fans, I apologize for being absent so long, but I've been in the process of completely re-writing The Long Road, implementing a number of suggestions I received via feedback from you. There is more background story and character development as you will discover in this and subsequent submissions. The Long Road, from beginning to en...
I always preferred the company of boys and never liked to play with girls, even as a child. I have two older brothers and everything in my home was all about three boys. It was a life of sports and typical guy stuff like hunting and fishing, climbing trees, and the things that make a macho father's chest swell with pride. I never really thought much about it...
"That's nice, Dale," I moaned as he sucked on my neck. My husband's right hand was between my legs. His wet finger pushed into my ass. My cell phone phone rang and it momentarily distracted me. I glanced at the screen. Damien. "Shit," I muttered. "Don't answer it," Dale growled. I ignored the phone and returned to making out with my husband. A minute lat...