This Essay Was Begun— Thursday, September 27th, 2018, 6:14 p.m. Well then, and good day, friends! Yes, 'twould appear it's essay time again, would't not. The topic: writing lesbian fiction. I realize there've already been done a number of essays, treatises, theses and tutorials on the subject at hand. But now...there's one more. What got me into writin...
You (RJ Zang) was sitting in the living room of your house watching TV and doing your math homework. You just got off the phone with your friend Danny who lives near by who says he and some of your friends will come over to play video games for the night, when you heard the doorbell ring. "Well Danny sure got here fast" you say as you got up to ope...
Twenty-Two More Questions Summary: 22 questions asked by readers answered. NOTE: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing. I wrote the essay Twenty Questions in December 2017 and Twenty-one More Questions in 2018. I answered the following questions, in case you want to read them. 1. Are you really a teacher? 2. How often do you wear nylons? 3. Wh...
THURSDAY I stood in the kitchen, shaking with rage, and fought back my tears. In one hand, I held a butt plug. In the other, I gripped a blue dildo so large that I had trouble closing my fingers around it. A too-tight French maid's uniform squeezed my chest, my breath racing. A series of Polaroids posted on the refrigerator tells the story: The first Polar...
Chapter 1 Traveling down the back roads of Internet Porn I was on a quest...a mission. I was lost in a state of mind...scouring over pages and pages of amateur pornography forever in search of that one great ultimate cum shot - that majestic facial imprint - The "Mona Sleaza" herself. 'Twas many years ago when I saw her milky covered smile and from that po...
Pamela and Sally were sipping their champagne as they were relaxing from their hot sessions on their stools. Pamela observed: "Wow that Sam was something else. He certainly knew how to use his tongue on my ass. I actually pissed onto the floor as well when I farted. Since my fart was so spectacular, and my urine was absorbed by the towel on the floor I wa...
Dear Readers, It occurred to me after rereading Chapter 1 that I didn't tell you anything about my appearance... just to complete your picture: I am 5'7", slim waisted and very fit. My skin is tan, my eyes are brown, my hair is long and no -- my breasts are not huge but they fill a bikini top quite nicely. And I have a "sweet ass" -- I have heard that from...
Enter our protagonist, mild-mannered Doug Tate. To look at him, as he walked into the business office, there was nothing at all remarkable about Doug. He was average all over. Average height, average weight... even his hair was an average color somewhere between light brown and dirty-blonde. The most distinctive thing about Doug were his black wire-rimmed...
[For the record, this is a completely amoral blog post—preaching morals gives me a headache and upsets my ulcer.] * 1. Sex. What is it good for? Were this a song parody, the next line would be "absolutely nothing." But, given that I've had bad experiences with song parodies, I will forgo that. But, seriously, sex ... why bother? I should point out now...
Didn't think there would ever be a sequel to this story, but a reader suggestion lead to a second chapter, and I'm already sorting out the third. As always, I encourage feedback. **** Gary stepped out of the limo to a series of flashes, photographers trying to get a killer photo of a celebrity without waiting to see who the celebrity was. By the time the...