Hey, after being inspired by some fan mail, I decided to toss this story together on a lazy holiday Saturday. Let me know if you want me to write more. Heck, let me know if you want to take something on, so long as you don't add any transsexual on male sex. On that note, let's get to it. * She twitched in her seat as she rode along in her limo, her long,...
1. On his 36th birthday, Sam Dunlevy decided that he was a bartender. He wasn't an actor, a writer, or a musician tending bar until he got his big break, like virtually everybody else behind the stick in Los Angeles; he wasn't "finding himself," or marking time until he decided what he wanted to be when he grew up. He was grown up, and he was a bartender. H...
"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...
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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...
The conference was a waste of time and the small town hotel not up to much. I had planned to spend the evening working on my MBA thesis. But the internet connection in my room wasn't working. Fed up I drifted out into what passed for a High Street. After a couple of pubs, each with two old men and a dog, I was about to give up. Then I heard music. Down a sid...
*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...
I'm walking across a dealer parking lot looking over the new cars when I spot her. She was older and she was on the heavy side. She walked with a bit of a limp that was probably due to the wearing her feet and knees take from carrying the extra weight. As she came toward me I see her straightening out her blouse down over her pants on one side, then switchi...
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...