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Bree likes her men supersized. And Rodney is definitely qualified. Has Bree’s insatiable appetite finally met its match? Get a free erotica novella extract of Kris Kassady's Size Queen below...


Hi, I’m Bree, and I’m a size queen.


There, I said it.


Well, I didn’t start out as a size queen. It just happened.


In fact, I’m the last person you’d expect that from. I’m a petite Asian woman, five-three, one hundred pounds, slender, lean, and small-breasted. You’d think any size would get the job done for little tiny me.


And, well, it does. And I’ll take it any way I can get it. But I learned a lot from my marriage. Let me rephrase that: I learned a lot from my marriage despite my marriage.


Okay, so that’s a long story that I’ll summarize just for you.


I was married to a decent guy for a while. I thought he was a great guy when we got married. Unfortunately, the marriage didn’t work out, so I’m single again. Our sexual appetites were very different, but that wasn’t the problem. In fact, I loved our sex life. I just wanted more of it. The fact that he was average in size didn’t bother me. I thought we did really well together. I just wanted us to do really well together more often. Like, every day more often. Like, maybe twice a day now and then. I couldn’t help it. I just wanted it all the time, and he didn’t. But that didn’t cause the marriage to fail. I had my devices, so to speak, to manage that part of the situation.


The marriage broke down over ambition. Like, I had it and he didn’t. There’s so much in life I want to do. You know, like travel, see the world, socialize, party, work hard, save money, make friends, and live in beautiful places. I want to live life with gusto, make something of myself, go places, grow, and leave a mark on the world.


Brad had a different view of life. Bless his lazy little heart, that guy could sit on a couch 24/7 watching football and car racing. His definition of happiness was a couch, a can of beer, a television, and any sporting event, good or bad. The sport didn’t matter. Football, baseball, basketball, and soccer were favorites. But volleyball, wrestling, bull riding, ping pong, badminton, and bowling were all in play. Yes, bowling. Brad could watch bowling all day long.


One time while he was watching a football game, I decided to give him a thrill. I sauntered into the living room butt naked with my sexiest swagger, dropped to my knees between his legs, pulled his jeans and shorts to the floor, gave him a raging hard-on, sat on his lap, and banged his brains out while I was screaming and moaning.


How did he respond to that? Yup, you guessed it. He watched the game with his chin on my shoulder. Good God, really? Was that my destiny in life?


I wasn’t intending to get into the whole size thing. Like I said, it just happened. Honestly, I was more than happy with his average size and was pretty skilled at making it work for both of us. And I do have a tip for you ladies out there dealing with small or average.


Yup, you’ve got to get it hard, real hard. Like rock hard. And my experience is the only way to get that done is with your mouth. But you probably already knew that. Once you’ve got it super hard, you just grind your place on it, and that usually gets the job done. Honestly, size doesn’t matter in that situation.


Since Brad and I had such different appetites, I had no choice but to supplement with a side program. Don’t get me wrong, I was never unfaithful to Brad. I didn’t have affairs or see other guys. I don’t believe in that. But while he was watching football, it wasn’t unusual for me to be in the bathroom taking care of business.


My first vibrator approximated Brad’s size. I thought that was considerate of me, and it certainly got the job done. When I needed it, I just had my own little party. He didn’t need to know about that and, besides, it took the pressure off him. What man wants a sexcrazed woman all over him when he isn’t in the mood? So I was doing him a favor, right?


On one occasion, I ordered a classy new device, and Amazon sent the wrong size. Really, that’s what happened. It wasn’t my mistake.


It was all on Amazon. I opened the box and my eyes got real big.


Really? Well, that looked pretty interesting, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Honestly, I had no idea my body could even accommodate that brute. To little tiny me, it just looked huge. But it also was very arousing to contemplate. Anyway, I left it in the back of my underwear drawer for a couple of weeks but couldn’t get it out of my head. Hmm, that might be interesting. Oh, shoot, maybe I should just give it a test drive.


So while Brad was out buying beer one day and I was feeling pretty randy, I retrieved it from the drawer, lubed up, and settled on the bed naked. My plan was to not put it inside. I started with the vibrator on low, gently massaging my special place. Well, that was just sublime. We got the motor running and were just purring happily along. After a little while, I decided to slip it inside just a little ways to see what might happen. Oh my God. Wasn’t that special?


Let’s just say the shoe fit very nicely, and pretty soon I had the whole dang thing in there, and I was moaning up a storm until the train roared into the station. Well, that was certainly interesting.


And more than interesting, I learned something about myself.


The larger size was thick and eight inches long. What I learned is that my very personal pocket is only seven inches deep. Push as hard as I could, it only went in seven inches. Yup, we were at the end of the cul-de-sac, and there was no going any further.


But I learned something else too. This device was really thick. At least, I thought it was super thick. I’d never imagined anything like that going inside my body. But my personal little pocket had absolutely no problem with it. With a little lubrication, my special place just opened right up and welcomed that brute snugly inside. I guess I knew that. I mean, when a woman has a baby, her body opens up like that. And we all know any woman can accept any man, so the female anatomy is very accommodating that way.


The third thing I learned was that I really liked the larger size. I used it for a few months before I started pondering the possibilities and eventually found myself perusing options on the Internet. And this time it was not a mistake. Yup, you guessed it, I splurged and ordered up the King Kong extra-long, super-thick, nine-inch, deluxe, dual-speed vibrator. It was magnificent, top of the line, a high quality product that did everything except make espresso. So if you close your eyes and use your imagination, you can picture me on my bed holding King Kong with two hands and plunging it as deeply into my body as it would go.


And, that, ladies and gentlemen, is how little ole me accidentally got to be a size queen.


****


I finally worked up the courage to tell Brad our marriage was over, and that I wanted a divorce. He was stunned and didn’t understand what that meant. After a few days, I told him I was going to stay in the house, and that he needed to move out. That really surprised him. Huh? He actually thought he could just move into the guest bedroom. So I rented him a modest furnished apartment across town that I knew he could afford. On a Monday when he was at work at the mattress factory, I asked two friends to help move him out.


We packed up his clothes and moved him into the apartment.


I set up the bathroom with fresh towels and soap and made his bed with clean sheets. I bought toothpaste, toilet paper, and other supplies for the bathroom. I filled the fridge with beer and the freezer with pizza and burritos. Most importantly, we moved the television over and positioned it right in front of his favorite chair.


When he came home from the mattress factory that night, I took him over to his new apartment and turned on Monday Night Football.


He opened a beer, sat back in his chair, and watched the game.


I’m not sure when he figured out he now lived in his own apartment. I gave him a little kiss on the forehead, bid him a fond farewell, and walked out the door into a world suddenly open to new possibilities.


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Bree is an airline hostess who travels to all major U.S. cities. A petite hundred pound woman, she still likes her men overendowed. Perusing a dating website that features qualified candidates, Bree is stunned to read about Rhino Rod and his prodigious asset.


Rodney is a former football player, wrestler, and body builder who now teaches high school and coaches boys’ sports. Nicknamed Rhino Rod for obvious reasons, Rodney responds to Bree’s invitation for a drink on her next trip to his city.


Sparks fly when Bree meets Rodney in the hotel bar and she starts imagining the possibilities. After determining that Rodney is safe, she invites him up to her hotel room.


Has Bree finally met her match? Is her tiny body ready for this? Has she completely lost her mind? Or is Rhino Rod just what the doctor ordered?


If you like smoking hot erotic shorts with plenty of heart and humor, you’ll love Size Queen. This sexy short story is perfect for a sizzling one sitting read on your favorite couch.


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