I am Robert Earl Hughes, the World's Fattest Man. Long have I suffered under that name, but my long suffering has given rise to some good, in the form of my livelihood and my devoted children. But beyond these blessings even, I have my beautiful wife, Grace ("Grace of God" I like to call her in our quiet "pillow talks," though indeed the pillows sometimes b...
Don't Do The Crime If You Don't Like The Punishment Part 1 the crime She woke up at 8:00, she had four hours to get ready and get to the meeting place. She got up, showered and went down for a cup of coffee. Today would be the third robbery the group had made in as many months. She had gotten a third of the booty from the first two and already had almost a...
There's a lot of violence in this story that's not featured in the previous chapters. The vibration from the steel sword soaks into my arm as it cleaves through flesh and bone. The head of my opponent falls to his left as I slide to the right avoiding the eruption of blood from his neck. There's no time to rest as I heft my shield on my left and flex my...
They had been sitting in the living room watching TV when they started playing around with each other. She had opened up his fly, pulled his member out of his jeans, and started stroking him while speaking dirty little nothings into his ear. She got him as close to orgasm as she could without pushing him over the edge before jumping off the couch and running...
"You should grow that moustache again Burt," Bush said to his friend, his voice full of friendly sarcasm, "They make a nice flavor saver when licking cooze." "You would know Bush," Burt joined in with his friend's banter. Burt smiled as he drove their pick up truck, his mind reminiscing to the origin of his nickname. On a fishing trip once, he skipped sha...
Her lips were full and plump with the heat resonating from such close contact to his. He could feel the burning sensation run along his skin with every brush of those luscious lips. The burning felt good, the same type of seductive burning left after a slow gulp of whiskey. At an agonizingly slow pace, she works her way across his jaw, his neck, and down hi...
I smelled the flowers before I saw them. I struggled against his grip no matter how useless it was. He growled in warning and I became as limp as possible. My breath left my lungs as he flung me into the ground, surrounded by white pansies. Before I could take a breath he hovered over me, staring into my eyes with such an intense gaze I didn't dare break i...
Chapter 2 Creating a Slut For ease of writing, the story changes at this point to third person. To keep the connection with the first part I have kept the opening as it was in the first chapter. Tell me what you would like to see happen to this girl and I will see what I can do in chapter 3. Also please send me any comments you might have as they are very h...
Cecilia was a six-foot tall naked, alabaster, raven-haired apparition on a mission. The wet sand was cold on her bare feet but fire burned in her heart and soul. The moon cast a quicksilver band across the dark black water of the ocean. The sea mist was starting to rise this few minutes after midnight, adding a surreal feeling to the whole scene. Captain Jo...
Aliesha had been determined to get this particular assignment since she had been recruited to the Balthazar, the most superior battlecruiser in the Imperial fleet. She had been determined to make her parents proud, despite the fact that she didn't follow her parents into politics like they wanted her to. Being awarded this opportunity to raise the next gen...