PART 2 A hush came over the crowd as Ivanna and I stepped up to that first table and each picked up one of those huge chocolate pudding pies. And they were enormous. Each of the deep-dish crusts were packed with a full three inches of rich, creamy...

The Beginning: "I can't believe it's finally the Day, Bobby . . . can you?" As I looked at my fiancée, the woman I loved more than life itself, I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Thank you, God! "I'm glad it's here, baby," I said in reply....

Mud on the Water: Part 3 As Florita laid there, flat on her back, muddy legs spread wide, I looked down upon that muddy junction between her thighs. And then, I slowly went down on her. Let me tell you something. Mud doesn't taste good. Especial...

Mud on the Water: Part 2 Oh wow. Fuck Me! That is so . . ." "Hmm Hmmm!" Oh wow. He tastes so good! I can't believe this is happening to me. As I looked up at this beautiful, mud-covered creature, who was giving my equally mud-soaked cock a blo...

Mud on the Water It was my first time in country. Though it was hotter than I like, the scenery was amazing. Everything was so green and the loud calls and songs of so many flamingos as they flittered and soared through the air was unforgettable....

"ARIANA'S RICHLY DESERVED DESSERT" How the Tables are Turned! Ariana, the dominatrix has her own show on "the Dom Channel" a subsidiary of the Messy Fun Network. She goes by the stage name of Dominique the Dominatrix, or 'Dom the dom'. She really t...

One year later, Ivanna and I, who by now had become the talk-about item all over town, received an invitation to have an "anniversary dinner and entertainment show" at the Marquis, all expenses paid. "Hey Ivanna," I said, as soon as the blonde-haire...

For those fans out there who wanted to read the entire story, "Tit for Tat" without interruption, now you can. I have combined both parts of 'Tit for Tat' into one storyline. And for those who would like to read all of the sequel, "Tit for Tat: Rober...

Epilogue: As we stood there, clothing drenched, every inch of our bodies covered from head to toe in liquid chocolate, I felt more alive than I had ever before. While standing there, taking it all in, listening to the roar of our crowd of admirers,...

Round Six: As we stood, hand in hand, at that last table and looked at those beautiful fountains, each pouring down its own distinctive kind of liquid chocolate, Mr. Harkins walked over. This time it was hard to read his expression. It was almost li...

Round Five: So, as I stood there, all kinds of thoughts racing through my head, a chant started from the crowd of onlookers. Faint at first, it rose in decibel, as more and more of the partygoers joined in. I didn't understand it in the beginning. B...

Round Four: Finally, after what seemed an eternity, but was probably about three minutes, my adorable fiancé stood up. Then she looked at me. Let me tell you this, I felt like the temperature in that room had dropped about 40 degrees. If looks cou...

Round Three: A chair came sliding across the floor before I could respond to my fiancé's snide comment. It must have slid at least thirty feet before coming to a stop not more than six inches from my left leg. How it managed to stay upright is besid...

Round Two: Time for round two, I thought, or is it rounds two, three, four and five all rolled into one. And then the first pies started flying. We both threw pies as fast as we could. In less than a minute, Vonni and I had emptied that entire tab...

Round One And now, the time had arrived. Mr. Harkins and his staff had withdrawn to join the spectators. It was just Ivanna and me, standing at that first table. The one with the pies. "Wow." I said, as I drew a deep breath. "I can't believe this...

One year later, Ivanna and I, who by now had become the talk-about item all over town, received an invitation to have an "anniversary dinner and entertainment show" at the Marquis, all expenses paid. "Hey Ivanna," I said, as soon as the blonde-haire...

"By the way, my name is Roberto," I said while looking down at the messy face of my companion. "My friends call me Bobby." "Mine's Ivanna," the little sparkplug, her face covered in muck of various colors, said with a smile as we stepped into the d...

It was a stormy Friday night when I stepped into the Marquis for an afterwork drink, to loosen up, before my drive home. Normally I would have plans made for the end of the week, you know, dinner plans, with female companionship. But alas, that was n...