For her twenty-first birthday, Jane wanted a complete blowout. The end of college. The ability to legally drink. The last time they might get to have fun like this before real life truly began and they all moved away for separate jobs. It was a recipe for disaster. Lynn assumed it would entail binge drinking, dancing, and maybe a post-birthday hangover. And while drinking and dancing occurred — with Lynn submitting to pee...

The knock on the door sounded like more than just a polite request to be invited under the tenant’s roof. Darius stood up from his kneeling cushion and laggardly schlepped himself to the door. In his half-hypnotized state, he moved as if he didn’t have enough muscles to stabilize his spine—or, rather, had more joints between hips and ankles than his mind was able to coordinate simultaneously. This was mostly due to the wo...

On any given day, Lynn centered her thoughts on obligations and responsibilities. Maintaining a schedule for the kids. Nap time. Feeding time. Freelance interior decorating. Responsibilities kept her thoughts focused. Responsibilities kept her mind elsewhere. Responsibilities kept her attention off the one thing her brain wanted to concentrate on. The one thing that at this very moment occupied every possible ounce of her...

The giant slept on her futon mattress, his feet hanging off the end onto the bamboo floor. He’d slept all through the night while Zarafa perched on a shipping crate, studying his face and body in the moonlight for hours. He had not used the blanket to cover himself. Obviously, he felt no shame about his nudity; but then, why would he? Zarafa had never seen a more beautiful male physique; it was as if some mad scientist—a...

Zarafa Rio sprawled on her belly on a futon, her Titian red hair spilling off the top of the mattress onto a woven grass tatami mat. Sunset bathed the room in a carmine glow that rouged her skin like petals of a dusky rose. A few thousand yards from her one-room bamboo-and-thatch hut, the surf crashed against white sand that powdered the islet of Aitanu like sugar on a donut. Outside the glassless window, orange-throated...

Emily brushed a strand of hair away from her eyes, taking in the sight of Alex’s workshop. "No, it was a lab. Her son was now on the cutting edge of science. How could that be?" she thought to herself. This was her little Alex. Instantly, her mind drifted to his enormous cock. "Not so little; but those were dreams. Could he be that well-endowed or am I secretly a size queen?" she wondered. "No mind, I won't be finding out...

"You're fine, babe. Six inches is more than enough. You have a great cock." A significant part of Sarah's sex life in her twenties consisted of her faking orgasms to protect the feelings of the men she slept with. "Baby, you're the biggest one I've ever had," worked 100% of the time when a guy was struggling to keep an erection. It was all a lie. Does size matter? What do you think? She was well sick of the question by th...

One spring afternoon in 2014, I found Laura waiting for me on our front porch when I got home from work. Unusual for a workday, she wore a pink hoodie and sweatpants. “You’re home early,” I said, kissing her. “Everything okay?” “It’s all good. I took the afternoon off.” “Cool. Where’re the kids?” “Inside watching TV. I was waiting for you. Meet me upstairs. I’ve got a story.” Her eyes danced. “Ooh. A sexy story?” I kissed...

This all started when we went to see the movie Boogie Nights in the late 1990s. There’s a scene at the end where the super-hung porn star hero unzips in front of a mirror and hauls out his enormous cock for all to see. For days afterward, my girlfriend Laura could not stop talking about that scene. She obsessed over it constantly, asking questions like: “Do you think it was real, or did they use a prosthetic?” “Are ones i...

Jasper Jasper Jensen's pet peeve was size-queen women. Ordinary men with a five-and-half-inch cock shouldn't have to put up with the laughter and embarrassment from self-entitled women. As a champion of the cause, Jasper decided to do something about the ridicule he and others like him received. He would make those women pay for their insults and taunting!  His simple plan utilized fake profiles on numerous dating sites....

Guilt. Shame. Anxiety. Humiliation. All these feelings—amplified by a poisonous hangover—greeted Karen when she woke up in Brandee’s hotel room bed the next morning. “Rise and shine, party girl!” Brandee sang. “What a wonderful wingman you were last night! Weren’t those boys yummy?” Karen rubbed throbbing eyeballs and tried not to recall the previous evening. It began with a wine-soaked dinner. Afterward, they went out… O...