'Best of times; worst of times', it was Charles Dickens who started off his epic tale of 'A Tale of Two Cities' with that phrase and I have often thought that should my life be written about then those few words would neatly sum up my biography. However, given my life is not yet done, such thoughts maybe a little premature and there might well be a happy e...
Nikki sent me an email at work this morning that simply read: Good morning my little boy wife "Halloween party tonight at Castaways. Patrick has his two college roommates coming up for the weekend. I'll pick up our costumes and see you at home around 7pm. Hope you have a great day! Your Queen! Great, I thought to myself as I closed out the email. Nikki...
Another crazy day almost past us, I was more than ready to see the dark of nighttime. Before I went to bed that evening, I resolved again that this had to stop. I knew I sounded like a broken record, but I desired peace more than anything else in my entire life, more than the arrival of Christmas in my childhood, more than any hard-won career achievement, mo...
Nick and I plan a date night with another woman at least once a month. These women come from different venues: someone we meet on a porn or swingers sites, met at adult parties, met out somewhere and on occasion, someone that we already know where they know a little about our non-vanilla wild side. Often, these women are wives or are in a committed relations...
"Where are all the BBW strippers, let alone BBW strip clubs?!" ― Don Keedik From the tenth floor of the Four Queens, Don could hear the drunken droves below, as the six-foot tall, Chinese BBW jerked his javelin. This mental snapshot ― tattered, and yellowing with age ― graced the cover of his cerebral photo album. Most broke out Polaroids of brainwashed k...
Stan Greenburg -- retired billionaire -- peered over his glasses at the fat, snaggle-toothed grandma sitting across the table. She's not as old as she looks, he thought. Probably only in her forties. She reeked of stale tobacco smoke. "What's your name?" he asked. "Marsha McCoy." "And you want to be a housekeeper?" "Yup." "This is a pretty big hous...
*Part One of a Series... I've been in this town two months now. No Friends. No relations. No job. Nothing but a hotel room, two suitcases and a laptop. What do you do? Well, I don't know about other people, but I masturbate. So what if the first thing I did after checking in this afternoon was to jerk off? And then nap. And then jerk off again. And then eat...
Author's note: Though much of my work is completely fiction, based on fantasies of mine and/or friends of mine, some of it is partly non-fiction. That's the case with this story. While several details have been changed, I actually did fall deeply in love and lust with a bisexual minority BBW who was serving a 15-year prison sentence several hundred miles awa...
It all started when you pricked your finger on that weird old pen in that antique shop you went into for the hell of it a week ago. You were sick for a couple days, but when you got better, you discovered that you have a strange new power. You, a fan of pretty much all forms of mass media, now have the ability to step into any movie, television show, book, c...
It was Saturday morning and Henry didn't have to work today. He sat in the kitchen writing his grocery list on a little yellow pad. The list didn't change much from week to week, but he liked to write it all out anyway. He liked it when things were all spelled out nice and neat. He was about halfway done with the list when the phone rang. He got up to answer...