Kayley and Sam - Random Update

KAYLEY MEETS THE BIG BLACK COCK

Well, I just wrote an 18,000 word chapter, describing Kayley's encounter with the biggest, blackest, cock ever. Mainly, what's important, is the 'bigginess.'

I kind of mock the blackness part, just because it's so fetishized. In the Chapter, the characters play with the fetish nature of it, recognizing that it is a fetish.

The BIGNESS on the other hand is taken very seriously.

It was a lot of fun. The only downside, is that it's probably at least twenty chapters ahead or more. It finishes with the culminating incident that triggers Kayley's collapse and her crisis with Sam, which will be the major turning point, and start the third act of the series.

So I have a lot of intermediate chapters - written, have written, sketched out or contemplated, that I'll need to get to.

And I've got some "out-there" stuff. I've got a scene where Kayley has sex with a Dwarf who has a bondage fetish (it's semi-autobiographical) and I want to work it in somewhere..

Oh well, I promise you, Kayley vs the BBC will be fucking amazing when you read it. EPIC!!!

In terms of process, it's actually derived from Chapters 6, 7 and 8. Kayley's Dream / Nightmare sequence.

Basically, what happened is that I had a really dark idea - a launching point where after the second encounter with Leroy, instead of going home, she's forced to hang around the bar as things go steadily off the rails for her.

I'm a little bit of a sucker for nightmare outcomes - I have a few scenarios for Kayley and Sam, futures where things go very badly for them. Anyway, this felt really visceral, so I just had to write it. And because it was good writing and I'm lazy, I just called it an actual nightmare and stuck it in.

But then someone suggested to me that maybe it shouldn't be a nightmare, but glimpses of her future, a kind of prophetic dream.

That appealed to me. For one thing, I really loved the character of Mandeep, the incredibly toxic Tamil, and I'd dearly love to use him again.

But the more I thought about it, the more interesting it became. The nightmare is in many ways a speedrun for Kayley's decline and a story arc. Leroy is a world class gaslighter and manipulator, Kayley is steadily emotionally battered, she's forced to limits and a crisis with Sam.

So based on that, I'm treating it as a distorted prophetic and mining it. Every now and then, something will happen, or a character will appear that invokes or reflects the dream, and she'll have a huge sense of deja vu. She won't remember. She'll just have this feeling she's met this person, or she's been here. When and if she does remember, it'll be too late to save herself.

It'll never be exactly like it was in the dream, but you'll recognize it.

So anyway, far far in the future, Kayley will meet a mild, middle aged black man with a gynormous cock. Whether she does anything, or what she does, you'll have to wait for. I do promise, she'll be a smartass.

By the way, I'm going to drop a peeve. What's with all these writers and their insanely detailed stats.

I take my leaf from Bridget Jones Diary. In it, we read that Bridget worries about her weight, dwells on her cup size, her looks, smokes too many cigarettes, etc. etc.

Except... we never actually find out what Bridget's weight, cup size, looks, cigs habit actually are. Bridget never bothers to tell us.

This is brilliant, because all of us worry about our weight, our looks, our habits. By not telling us, the emaciated supermodel who is feeling guilty about that extra carrot stick, and the three hundred pound say at home, can project themselves. I like that. I like just letting the audience or the reader fill it in.

So anyway, I'm not going to give stats for Kayley or Sam. Here's as close as I'll ever get.

Kayley is not a natural redhead, she's a bottle redhead. That's why she started shaving her pussy, so that no one would know the carpet doesn't match the drapes. She doesn't really hide it around her friends, but if strangers ask if she's a natural redhead she lies.

She's pretty, in a girl next door sort of way. Good looking, but not supermodel good. A bit athletic and compact. Her breasts are real, very clearly real, since they're nowhere near big enough to be fake. That said, she's happy with them. So is Sam. You'll never know her cup size.

She's relatively short, both Sam and Leroy are significantly taller than her. When she's in a clinch, she's looking up, they're looking down. You won't know exactly how tall, or what her measurements are. As I said, more athletic than curvey.

Sam is taller than Leroy by a few inches, by the way. But more slender in build. Still, if it came down to a knock down drag out, it would be hard to predict now which one would walk away.

Leroy is at least a decade older than Sam and Kayley, maybe more. Every brag that Leroy makes is absolutely true. But there's more to it.

Below the waist, they're both at the high end of average, or slightly above, and about the same size. Leroy has a slight edge, but if Sam was super-excited and Leroy was just hard... As far as Kayley is concerned, she can't really distinguish which is bigger when they're inside her. She can distinguish them by shape in her (the girl is very vaginally aware). She generally gives the edge to Leroy if she's kneeling in front of them.

Leroy is convinced he's bigger, because he's a narcissist, Sam is convinced he's much smaller because Leroy's fucking his head. Kayley doesn't see a difference and doesn't really understand why they do, she thinks they're playing.

However, Leroy is a grower, while Sam is a shower, so when they're not in action, Sam is dramatically larger. This is why Leroy will put on boxers rather than just walk around naked with them. He doesn't want Sam's junk showing his up.

As to the rest - fill it in yourself. But if you send me a description, I'll say you're wrong. I have my own filled in ideas.

Oh, and what is it with all these ridiculous proportions. I read about E-cup breasts, and 12 or 14 inch black cocks.

Look, show me a 14 inch cock, and the next thing you know, I'm digging a moat, erecting a guard tower, laying out barb wire, because that thing is not getting near me.

It's ridiculous. I've only seen a few giant cocks in my life, they're not common, and they're not 12 or 14. I've seen 8s and 9s, and a 10 once. All of them verging on too big. You just can't do as much with them. And when they're really big, the tend to be spongy. I've seen that. Ron Jeremy, who was enormous in his day, his girlfriends described it as like a loofah, large, erect but spongy. That seems consistent. I suppose its possible to be super-large and super-hard. But...

Anyway, so when I describe the BBC, I'm not going to give measurements. If I write about someone with a big cock, no measurements. You get told they're big, get told how it feels and how people reacts. That works for me.

***

I smirked.

“Except for your hideous deformity.”

For a moment, he looked startled, and I realized that for a second he thought I was referring to the scar on his hip. I was wondered what the hell had happened. Then he realized what I was talking about and laughed.

“Seriously,” I asked him, with a straight face. “Who walks around with an aircraft carrier between your legs.”

I paused thoughtfully.

“Do your neighbors get any sleep at all, with all the fighter jets taking off and landing on that thing?”

He laughed some more.

“The women,” he said, “they forget to complain when they see it.”

And not a few men, I thought.

“I’m not surprised,” I said. I reached down to take it in my hand. Fuck it was big, it just shocked me all over every time I touched or looked at it. “They probably start thinking about where they parked their SUV. Or their bullet train.”

“You’re a crazy white girl,” he said....

“The craziest,” I said.