Inktober – 4

So, the sixteenth Inktober prompt is "angular", and I wanted to create something that might look like a different sort of artistic style, like a Dalí or a Picasso. I didn't have time to paint something from scratch (and I have idea if I could have come up with something meritable) so I fudged it... Continue Reading →

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Nature Knows

She held him firmly in the grip of her soft hand and made her case. "Take the dung beetle, for example." "Are you sure you want to make your point by using an insect that eats shit as an example?" "It's not what it eats, silly. It's how it fucks." "Go on." "Some male dung... Continue Reading →

The ABCs Game – K is for Kisses

Good heavens (or bad ones in this case), I didn't realize I wrote a blog entry with the same title about a decade ago. Oh, well... here I go again on my own, pounding down the only road I've ever known, like a twister I was born to post alone. But I've made up my—Enough... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

It's time for my Tuesday various and sundry update on what I deem pertinent information. I'm participating in the latest writing contest, hosted by Size Riot, and despite the problematic theme voted into existence by some of you. That topic is Big Couples, giant people with a normal-sized person, or a normal couple with a... Continue Reading →

Mouth Kiss

I have to be very specific with you because of your incredibly tiny brain. There are all kinds of kisses. Some are desirable, and others are the breakdown of your life. Yes, I see you in forensic terms sometimes, because you used to be a man, and now you are a stick of flesh I... Continue Reading →

Wriggle Room

I’m having a bad day I’m having a bad week The entire month is bad This is why I shrank you And bound you to my panties I’ve kept you there for months Stitched thread around your ankles and wrists Tight loops that kept you firmly in place Today I’ll allow you more freedom Wriggle... Continue Reading →

Enormously Curious

There are things in life you feel are a birthright. Privacy is one of those things. When you are a child you get none, and you learn that the moment you realize there's stock to fiddling with yourself, and that stock plummets the younger you are, and the fonder your parents are of storming into your room... Continue Reading →

My ButtyJuly17 Story: Assed

Do you remember back when life was wonderful, and I entered that Size Riot contest that was centered around butt stories? Writers turned in fifteen stories for ButtyJuly17, and that was the best July there ever was. I wrote two stories I never posted anywhere, and after more than a year later, I suppose I... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

I'm third listening to "Bones" as I write, and I can see why I stopped watching the show. The fifth season's first episode was a complete waste of a perfectly good Cindy Lauper, and it makes me fume it's so dumb. I don't have cable TV so I have no idea what's happened in the show... Continue Reading →

The Spider Whisperer

A long time ago, when I started writing stories about giantesses and tiny men, there were a few of them that stayed with me. There’s Sophie the invisible giantess, or Steve the sniper, for example.  A more recent one is my little spider whisperer, a natural-born small man that thinks he can talk to Arthropoda... Continue Reading →

Selfie

Once, somewhere not here But a real place There was a tiny man, as small as a toy He was good​ and smart He lived in a house that looks like mine But it's not mine But it's a real place A good place And in that house lived a woman She's not me But... Continue Reading →

Syzygy

The idea for this story came to mind because of the image above. I don't particularly like it, as three people in an image are not my cup of tea at the moment; but when I saw it, a scenario rushed to my thoughts and it's very much something I want to tell. Also, beach... Continue Reading →

Thinking

“The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn't finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind” -Depeche Mode When I found the epigraph for this blog entry I was positive I knew what it was about, but then I got lost listening to Depeche Mode and... Continue Reading →

Pucker up and kiss my…

As you know, my friend Aborigen runs writing contests. It is now time to vote for the theme that will dominate the next contest. I want to write stories about giant asses... and I don't mean people of incredibly large sizes that behave unseemingly—I'm talking about that star-shaped enclosure surrounded by soft, embracing flesh, found... Continue Reading →

Caught

He couldn't believe he'd been caught, not after a lifetime of hard-won freedom, of narrow escapes, of costly solitude. Arrogance. That's what'd done him in. He'd imagined himself undetected after years of living in her walls, of waiting patiently until she was gone, or asleep, or showering, or watching TV. He'd thought nothing of the... Continue Reading →

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