(All characters are 18, all sizes are ridiculous. Think of it more as a literary cartoon than a work of serious fiction. If you would like to hear me read this, or other works, or read the conclusion of this before I post it here, feel free to contact me....
The Auditions were going poorly. I had cast my Knights. I had cast my Lords. I had cast my Clergy. I had cast my King Edward and my Prince of Wales. But I could NOT find a good match for Richard himself. I needed an actor with confidence. An actor with a...
Holli's Not A Whore By SizeQueenSupreme(Fans interested in joining my fan club should feel free to message me on this page) The guy was fucking ripped, no doubt about that. Pecs carved from solid stone, shoulders with definition like a bunch of bananas, b...
(All characters are 18 or over) It came up almost over night, and when the construction noises faded I thought I'd have peace. No such luck. The sounds of jackhammers and cement mixers were replaced with the endless endless clattering roll of skat...
(Part 2 in the Richard Saga. Extreme sizes are a factor here. Enjoy!) “ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS! FALL IN AND LINE UP!” I bellowed, noticing the way the boys giggled as they left the locker room and ran into place. I paced up and down my little Soldiers, high s...
Diagnosis:Hung By Anastasia and Veronica Divine Interview days are, quite simply, exhausting. Placing my black framed glasses aside the tilted stack of applications and resumes, I leaned back in my high backed leather chair, my fingers caressing the corne...
Summertime was always a tough time to keep occupied. I was away at college for most of the year and when I came home I found I’d lost contact with a lot of my friends. I worked long hours at the local store but on my days off I tended to just stay in bed...
All Characters are 18 or older: Richard is a high school Senior It was the morning that changed my life forever. It started normally enough. I got up and brushed my teeth, showered, spent too long toying with what to do with my long brown hair befor...
I was club hopping, in the hopes that I might be able to hop some guy's club.The club would have to be a biggie, no simple night-stick or tonfa. I needed a massive weapon, that held authority and was wielded with skill.In short, I wanted a weapon of mass...
"There's something I don't understand." I murmured before drifting off to sleep. We'd been on the open plains for the day, and having finally tired from walking, were bedding down for the night. Oluth was beneath a bunch of my dresses and finery as a blan...
The kid was not leaving me alone.“Come on, just a quickie?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes that betrayed the nice cock he was packing.The problem is that it was just nice, and I’d already had it, and I wasn’t going to take a beating for the same cock...
Chapter 3: Field MissionI hate field missions. For one thing, there's the clothing. I can't dress as devastatingly when I'm not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of a...
Sixteen inches. Sixteen fucking inches. Sixteen goddamned pussy-punishing inches.You can’t imagine how frustrating it is to have to deal with that. Trying to find a man that measures a foot and four inches when you can scarcely find two men of those epic...
Looking back on that day now, from up in a corner as if looking down on a dream, I look out of place on the starched linen draped over my mother's Italian sofa, green tea steaming on the coffee table as she twittered about the room, wringing her withering...
Wrapping your head around the concept of finding a guy worthy after you’ve fucked Aaron Black is like trying to wrap your hand around his cock; it just doesn’t fit. I had changed. Not only was he on my mind all the time, but my mind was in a different pla...
