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  The Size Anthology

  Volume 1

  KT Morrison

  Contents

  About the Author

  Also by KT Morrison

  Going A Little Too Far

  Foreword

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Size Curious Brat

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Measured Next To Her Ex

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Date Night

  1. Inside Out

  2. The Minivan

  3. Imaginary Fling

  Cherry Blossoms

  1. Little Choo

  2. Cherry Blossoms

  3. Striptease

  4. Job Interview

  Subterfuge

  1. House Check

  2. House Suite

  3. Smoke

  4. A Foursome

  5. Kissing Rays

  6. Euro Style

  7. Pretences

  8. Submarine

  9. Ignition

  10. Performance

  11. Shell Shocked

  Afterword

  Other Books by KT Morrison

  About the Author

  KT Morrison writes stories about women who fall in love with sexy men who aren’t their husband, and loving relationships that go too far—couples who open a mysterious door, then struggle to get it closed as trouble pushes through the threshold.

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  Also by KT Morrison

  SERIES

  Maggie

  Obsessed

  The Cayman Proxy

  Landlord

  NOVELS

  Cherry Blossoms

  Learning Lessons

  Going A Little Too Far

  Pool Party

  SHORTS

  Taken While He Watches: On Their Honeymoon

  Taken While He Watches: At The Combine

  Taken By His Best Friends: At The Hockey Rink

  Measured Next To Her Ex

  Size Curious Brat

  Going A Little Too Far

  I wrote this book very fast and it was during a strange time for me so it came out quite differently than I expected. I was half way through writing Book Four of The Cayman Proxy and I got stuck. There was a lot I had to research and I was putting it off. I didn’t want to lose steam so while I went through the things I had to do I dove into Going A Little Too Far. I had the characters and a brief idea but I didn’t know how it would end up.

  I wrote it in ten days. In that time I was also reading a sad, nostalgic book that was weighing heavily on me. Then a friend died unexpectedly.

  So this book became strangely emotional to me, even though it’s a black comedy and meant to be light and crazy, surprising, and entertaining. The characters I made here told me their story as we went along and they’re entwined now with a sad little chapter in my own life. It’s a strange book but I love it, and it somehow means a lot to me. I really hope you’ll like it too.

  -KT

  1

  It was Friday afternoon, 4P.M., and she was putting the springform cake tin under the broiler, cooking the seventh layer of her vanilla and chocolate torte. The one Troy said she didn’t even need to bake. But she’s from the South and you don’t just bring a six-pack to a house-warming no matter how much your husband might insist.

  She liked baking this cake, did it for special occasions. It took a lot of effort and it gave her about two hours in the kitchen where she could just sort of put her hands to work. She could do something and just enjoy letting her mind go.

  The finished result is wonderful, she thought—it looks like a well put together sort of thing. Not too showy at first—when you serve it, when it’s ready and on a plate. But when you see what’s under that plain frosting, that’s when you get your socks knocked off. Ten thin layers of alternating cake, white and then chocolate. Each layer baked separately by hand.

  She didn’t want to go to this thing they had tomorrow. Big parties made her sweat. It’s not that she wasn’t social, she just didn’t think she was like all these other people she saw all the time. She liked it quiet, she liked knowing everybody. She hated drunk guys, they were the worst. Drunk guys with sunglasses and backwards baseball hats.

  She spread another layer, chocolate batter over the cooling vanilla layer she’d just done. She watched it bubble from the heat as it got spread so thin across the top. You had to get it even or it wouldn’t look right. The closer you got to the top the worse it would be to mess it up because you’d have to scrap it and start again. She popped it back in under the broiler and waited.

  The party was in West Texas, an old classmate of Troy’s who went to school in Georgia with him. He'd just bought a new place with his wife out there and they were looking to celebrate. In Georgia he was on the football team while Troy wrestled. But they worked out a lot together and they were both in Engineering. Now here he was, just bought a house only three hours away on this side of Abilene. Working as an engineer as well, he was with the City, and Troy was in Austin at Hazel Group, an architectural firm.

  She popped the tin out and put it on the counter to cool. She’d already made her frosting. Sour cream and maple syrup and icing sugar. She’d chopped pecans by hand too, she just had to wait now. Troy would be home soon and she couldn’t contain herself. Emma got herself hot in this kitchen. Thinking about seeing him made her do a little quiet dance while she waited. Shifting her hips left and right, her legs together, elbows on the counter and humming a little tune. She was going to leave this apron on for him. Let him see her in her buttoned up little sundress. Light and silky, covering her all up but her arms and her calves. She was barefoot and that felt good. He’d come home and see her, smiling and in the mood, wearing her batter-dirtied apron. His cute Fifties housewife ready to service her husband just coming in from work.

  That could be fun. She liked that idea. She didn’t want to play their dirty talk tonight. She loved it, she loved doing it for him, but this was going to be for her. She’d been working on a little story to tell her husband. Some fictional encounter with a man at the Post Office. I swear Troy, he had the biggest thing between his legs, I saw the head of it fall out his shorts leg. But it was going to have to wait. Tonight she just wanted to be the girl. She just wanted her big, strong husband to take her; to pin her up against the wall and stab himself into her. She wanted to feel how strong he is. They can play around another time, tonight is her turn.

  Troy’s little kink was he liked nasty, dirty talk. He liked to hear about her sleeping with other men just because she caught a glimpse of their big penis. She worked that for him, she loved doing it. She took it seriously and she did her homework.

  Her kink? What did this slende
r sorority girl outta Kappa Kappa Theta—Emory chapter, Agnes Scott, Go Purple and White—what did she like? What was her closet freak? She liked to be (golly she hated to say it) pounded. She liked to be pinned, held, squeezed, and thrown. You wouldn’t think it, she supposed, if you saw her on a regular day. The way she dressed, the way she never showed skin. She barely put on makeup, never wore heels—you would never know that she liked it hard. This was a new thing; at least relatively new. Her sex life up to that point had been pretty vanilla. Her husband was the only one who could do it to her the way she discovered that she really liked it.

  In Troy’s hands she felt light as a feather. She was powerless to him. He was rock hard at two-sixty-five, she couldn’t even get her arms around him. He was powerful. He was handsome. Sometimes when she would watch her delicate hands cross over him, her fingers going across his massive chest and the deep valleys of his stomach, she could hardly believe she was with him. He was like a dream. His body was right offa the cover of a magazine, and it was all hers.

  Troy had it in his head that he had a small penis. She guessed he did have a small one. She never thought much about it until they’d started their dirty talking. It was big enough for her, he felt good inside her. He was the smallest one she’d been with, she knew that. She’d only slept with three boys though, and that included Troy. The other two were roughly the same size, maybe just different shapes. They were a bit bigger than Troy. When she put her hand on him he was just a bit longer than her fist. Those other boys were just about two fists. He wasn’t as thick as they were but he had this twist that made his little guy’s face look like it was cocking its head and that made her smile. Plus it had an upward curve and she could feel that inside and she liked it.

  She honestly felt like she was a bit too tight down there. Those other boys had hurt a little at first. Even when she’d occasionally—very late at night—touch herself down there, she felt that even one of her long thin fingers was enough.

  Knowing the cake must've cooled now she whipped up that frosting again, beating some life into it. She spread it over the cake that she got done perfectly on the first try. Watched it go on rough, showing the marks where she’d spread it. By the time she’d done that the heat had smoothed the whole thing to a hard candy shell. It was perfect.

  Emma had been with Troy for about a year before she discovered that he got aroused if she’d mention some other man’s penis. It was late at night, it was the summer and they were out of school. They were in her apartment, laying on the old couch her parents had given her, watching TV. Troy was on his back and he just had on a little v-neck t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweats. She had her back against the couch and her head on his chest, her hand on his hard flat tummy. She wasn’t even paying attention to what they were watching, her mind was somewhere else. She was thinking about her future life with Troy, probably. Back then she was such a puppy dog for him. She still was, but now she had his ring on her finger. She got snapped out of it when on the screen right in front of them there was a naked man. They were watching a comedy. They weren’t that kind of couple. She never watched that kind of thing ever. This man on the screen was a black man, muscular, and he had the biggest thing between his legs. She got it, it was the point of the joke. She didn’t know what to do, she bristled. She was a polite girl, raised well and went to church every Sunday with her mom and dad.

  She remembered how incredibly uncomfortable that moment was. The scene was brief, the naked man just on the screen for a few seconds. But the tension seemed to last. Finally, Troy said, Boy, that guy had some pecker. You know, to ease the tension. Emma said, Wow, he sure did. As soon as she said it she felt guilty, felt like that was the wrong thing to say. You don’t say something like that in front of your boyfriend. No, sir.

  She was wide awake then, hoping he wasn’t mad. She tilted her head up to see him, forced her eyes up as far’s they’d go, but she couldn’t tell his reaction. Then she saw it happen. Right in front of her face. The front of his track pants lifting—his little fella pushing that fabric up another fraction with every beat of that big powerful heart of his. She smiled and then had bit her lips watching it rise. He got himself hard as a rock right in front of her without anybody putting a finger on it.

  He ravaged her that night, right there on that couch in that little apartment she rented in Druid Hill, just down from her sorority. She had never felt that little thing harder. It was like a roll of quarters. That night she figured whatever it was she said was what had set him off. Couldn’t imagine why. But something inside him got released that night and she liked it. Something changed and she saw how passionate he could be. Their lovemaking before had been wonderful, but they’d kept it polite and respectful. Kept it hidden under the sheets.

  That night she found out how strong he really was. He did everything to her and she was powerless. He turned her over and she was like a kid’s doll in his hands. He picked her up with one arm. He did his thing between her legs while he had her pinned against the wall. He held her in place with those enormous arms and she squeezed them, felt them like steel under her fingers. She encouraged him, begged him for more, crying out in a voice she didn’t recognize as her own. She had never felt anything like that ever. Was that what it could be like? She’d been missing out.

  She tasted her homemade frosting, just a tiny little spoon, cleaning the sides of the empty bowl. She was new to this homemaker thing but she was really enjoying it. She’d had to quit her job in Atlanta when Troy got this offer in Texas but that was already part of their plan anyway. She was going to get pregnant this year and they were going to start their family. She’d got her degree in architecture, had graduated with Honors, but her career was a few years away she felt. First things first.

  She could hear kids playing out in the street and she went to the window and watched them past the curtain. They’d picked this little neighbourhood because of its schools and its young families. A whole little community of like-minded people. Everything was falling into place.

  So after that night that she’d discovered he had a little button you could push that would turn his light on—a button you could press to make him into that beast—she’d tried some other things to see if she could bring it on. He helped her too, helped her shape her ideas on it. While he was inside her he’d ask her if she wished he could fill her up more. She told him she thought she might need a bigger one. It was hard in those early days to know what she could say. It seemed so easy to say the wrong thing and hurt his feelings. She didn’t want that. Men were supposed to be sensitive about the size of their organs she thought. It became clear as they worked this new thing out that there wasn’t a wrong thing to say. In fact, she started to figure, the worse things she said the bigger and better the reaction. She’d tell him back: You’re perfect in every way except for that little thing that I can barely feel—is it even inside me? That was kind of good, but it was pretty tame.

  One time he asked her what was the biggest one she’d ever had. She told him the truth though she didn’t want to, it seemed too personal. Her answer disappointed him. She had her hand on him at the time. She told him that while those boys were average that meant they were still so much bigger. She missed the way even a regular sized one filled her up. That worked on him. He went to stone under her fingers and he released his seed right across their coffee table.

  After a month or two she started looking online for pictures of naked men. Naked men who were well hung. She found lots of source material, sometimes she thought they just couldn’t be real. When she’d see some cute guy on a gay website—she always cleared her search history meticulously—she would memorize his photos. She would scrutinize every detail of his body and his face, but especially his penis and his testicles. How big it was—she’d become very good at guessing—what were its distinguishing features, was it hairy, the shape of its head, was it wide at the end, did it get narrow? She would even watch videos of the guy masturbating, as gross as that was. Not to the en
d. Just enough to see how his thing moved when he touched it. What did his scrotum do when he was aroused, did it tighten or did it stay hanging? She would store all that information, record it, then feed it back to Troy while they made love. She’d whisper in his ear that she’d been a bad girl today. Then she’d tell him some well-crafted tale about a chance encounter in the bathroom at a Dunkin’ Donuts or somewhere. As long as it was believable. She’d tell him that she couldn’t resist her urges after she’d seen some boy’s bulge, or some accidental exposure had occurred. That’s where they were at now and she loved it. She loved turning him on and she loved doing the research, finding some idea that would drive him crazy. And it didn’t take her dirty talk to see his Mr Hyde come out. Not anymore. They were married three years now. He knew what turned her on and she definitely knew how to do it to him too.