"Close your eyes, I'm coming!" His usual sensitive self, for sure, the considerate son of a bitch. And he did, come that is, although the announced so powerful blast proved to be a puny trickle, hardly hazardous to anything but his own inflated self esteem. But I was the good girl, am I not always? I played along and pledged my eternal love affair with hi...
I remove the unpeeled peach from between sub s.'s clenched teeth, and fully delight in his revulsion. The extraction has released a sweet torrent of mingled juice and saliva down his winter-pale chin and neck, and he is clearly straining against the impulse to whimper and squirm and propel himself toward the pristine towel I have left folded on the paddling...
Epilogue Jordan Lyons slipped silently out of the journalism classroom and went right down to the men's room. That fat girl who'd been eavesdropping with him, Hefty Hailey, was long gone. She'd arrived shortly after him, where he'd been waiting to give that perv loser Fishers the least sincere apology he'd ever given. It was a condition of his suspension; t...
Michael and Ashley walked out of the math building on their college campus, chatting as they usually did before parting ways for the day. Their chat consisted of how Ashley's mom had gotten unpasteurized milk and how it was extremely fatty, meant to help calves bulk up. "Did you try any?" he asked. "Yea, it tasted weird." she replied as they reached the po...
Caution: If you are in any way offended by armpits/underarms fetish, then this story is not for you. Feedbacks are welcome. Harry had an appointment with Helena. She asked him to stay in her apartment. Helena is a fair sexy lady, staying alone. Harry made friends with her at a social gathering. She is slightly fatty, but very sexy, having broad plump should...
He was different. While other kids who worked in the shop took pleasure in chasing and stoning a haggardly dog, he fed and caressed every animal that crossed his way. Others wore mud-brown shirts that were supposed to look white; he wore colorful clothes with floral patterns. Too weak to resist anything and anyone, he would seldom be a victim of all practica...
The (Possibly) True Story of the Garden of Eden The first thing you need to know for what I'm about to tell you to make sense, is that Yahweh has a really tiny dick. How do I know, you might ask? Because I was once the greatest of the Elohim. You can call me what you will, for I have many names. Call me "Lucifer." Call me "Satan." You can even call me "Ishm...
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...
In the crevasses of the Huckle mansion, music echoed out like a ghost whining for it's long lost love. Maybelle, stared up at the old, ancient, almost ruined house and felt fear grip her heart like a vice. This was where she was to work and live? She had qualms about being with her Aunt Danton, her being so rigid and stubborn. (Even her mother hated her, h...
I put down another book I had picked up from the floor while bored watching streams online. The floor had been littered with books I had acquired from my late grandmother’s estate. I had discovered quite a few interesting ones: a centuries old bible with beautiful illustrations and undecipherable notations, a note book with similar scrawling, and many books...