(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 skateboards. The skate park was an atrocity that could not…
(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 school seniors, all, their eyes locked to…
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 corners of my closed eyes, pinching the bridge of my petite, slender nose, making sure not to…
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…
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 distraction, to distract me…
“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 blanket. I was curled next to him, his massive limp…
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 twice if…
Chapter 3: Field Mission I 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 arresting me just to see how my tits look with my…
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 proportions. And with proportions like mine, you’d think I could tame…
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 hands. The room was pristine, bleached…
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 place all together on men…
The Operative: File 02 by SizeQueenSupreme © Sgt. Ranier Braddock was a hard man. Too short for my tastes, appealingly layered with thick muscles though, and he would have been an interesting specimen. But he was also an asshole. He passed his first day of interrogation simply giving me his name, rank and serial number,…
You can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it. Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time. Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit…
As he worked the sturdy oars once again, I sat demurely in front of him this time, utterly cowed by the power of him. I bought him with my money, but now it was he who owned me. I studied the great muscles for perhaps the hundredth time. The disc of his bicep was pumping…
Rain soaked me through, the chill of the air magnified by the clinging of my wet clothes. I was coming straight from work, a small-time paper, and was following a lead. Aaron Black, it seemed, did not want to be found. He’d returned no phone calls, and I couldn’t find him on the net….