Author: Arthur Kay Title: Arthur Kay by Arthur Kay Summary: I've been asked, numerous times, to reveal a little bit more about myself. Don't let the many categories scare you. I merely touch on them as snippets. Keywords: MF true humor cons true pedo rape hypno drugs magic vampires inc gay cross Inside Arthur Kay by Arthur Kay I've been asked, numerous times, to reveal a little bit more about myself. So, and in spite of the truism that familiarity breeds contempt, here's what I'm willing to divulge: Is this my real name? Shit, I haven't used my real name in so long I've forgotten what it is. I use different pseudonyms for different genre, such as sex yarns, sci-fi tales, poetry, etc. I wrote the original poem in Tag Bonewell: House Dick, the one about George de Mestral. George who? This should answer that question: The Price of Fame by Arthur Kay He's been buried by obscurity So no one knows his name. For years he managed easily To dodge this thing called fame. Then one day, to his surprise His name was all the rave. And any one with two good eyes Can read it on his grave. Here lies George de Mestral 1907-1990 While walking in the woods one day He saw the cocklebur. It truly had a funny way To cling to clothes and fur. His microscope revealed the fact Upon that fateful morn, That hooks and loops can interract And Velcro had been born! I'm 65, and of average height (5' 9") and weight (165). Brown hair, brown eyes. While I'm no Tag Bonewell, I'm not quite chopped liver, either. Whoopee! I've been married, ahem, 5 times, at last count. I marry 'em all it seems! I guess I've never learned to use the words, "I don't!" They don't accentuate the positive enough. Because most of my stories revolve around various sexual situations, with some humor tossed in, here's my take on the many categories available for sexual experiences, or experiments. Your pick. Now, you may agree or disagree with my opinions, but as Tim Conway used to say, "It don't matter!" HETERO SEX: Love it! See my true story, Susie Cream Cheese: E-Z to Spread! GAY SEX: Love it! See my true story, Duke's Sex Slave! While I see absolutely nothing wrong with being homosexual, I'm just not one. A gay guy once told me the definition of being gay: "If you love making love to a man, you're bi-sexual. If you love the man you're making love to, you're gay." See? I just can't find it in my makeup to love a man. If I could have, I don't think I would have married five women. Then again, maybe the right man just hasn't come along . . . RAPE: Rapists should be executed. Period. Rehab for them wastes cash. Rape as fantasy or gentle role playing . . . terrific! Many people don't realize this, but the reason they don't execute rapists, except those who kill, is because society is frightened. Scared silly that more rapists will kill their victims to avoid capture. That's also the reason why most rapists don't get life behind bars. And are eventually freed to rape again. To metaphor it, society should get off the fence, smell the coffee, and bite the bullet. WITCHCRAFT (SEXUAL MAGIC), VAMPIIRE SEX, ETC: Self-deluding practices at best, in my opinion, but there are fantastic sexual benefits to be had from the sex games played. These arts are basically for men, who want to control women, women who wish to feel blameless. Mind games. In my humble opinion, it's best to beware the black art magicians, the Satanists, and anything cultish. They can be deadly. HYPNOSIS AND DRUGS: Hypnosis can elevate one's sensuality, usually harmlesslly. Drugs can do the same, but with side effects that can be most harmful. Simple and ergo. Do one, don't do the other. I've done both. I now do only the other. "You're getting very sleepy . . . now suck my cock, Matilda!" INCEST: I've never done it, but with the invention of the pregnancy pill, it's becoming more widespread. I see nothing basically wrong in it, if both parties are either kids who are experimenting or an adult with a kid of legal age. "Hey, Ma, come here, will ya? I got something to show you!" TRANS-GENDER AND CROSS DRESSERS: Go for it! I've only made it with a cross dresser, and just once, but I enjoyed the fun. I had the best of both worlds; a very pretty, feminine "woman" with a nice cock. What more could I want? I would have married her, but she preferred the Tom Selleck type. Alas. To date, there has yet to be born a true hermaphrodite, someone with both sex organs, but I can picture the lovely possibilities if two of them got together. "Honey, you want to be the male or the female tonight?" Mmmm! Cut me a slice and I'll eat it right here. THE PAINFUL ARTS: Sadomasochism, Humiliation, Bondage, Torture, etc. Not my bag, but if no one gets hurt, fuck it! As someone once said, "Do anything you want as long as you don't hurt any one!" My sentiments exactly. Now, where did I put those whips? THE GROUP ARTS: Gang Bangs, Groups, Orgies, Swinging, Threesomes, etc. I've done them all. All are wonderful, in their own different ways. Of course, in my halcyon years, AIDS wasn't even heard of, so we were free as birds, so to speak. Today . . . INTERRACIAL: I've only done it with one black guy and one black gal (not at the same time) but it was fantastic! As a sociologist once said, "Eventually, we'll all be mixed, and all the color of tea." To me, being prejudiced is a moron's game, played by fools without knowledge of sociology or mankind's obvious future. They should read more about real life and less about Hitler's bull shit. However, as a prurient mind trip, I have written a tale about a married woman's sexual rigors with an SS-Oberfuhrer in Frau Greta Von Yurt's Gestapo Ordeal! FISTING: I've never done it to anyone, but I knew a woman once, who had a girlfriend that would fist her. She said to me that it felt like the world's biggest cock, with fingers that could spread out inside her. She had a large smile on her face as she told me this. WATER SPORTS: Millions of Chinese swallow their own pee every day. They swear it aids the body healthwise. True, it's their own pee! Three of my wives would take my pee whenever I asked, and there have been many other women, too, who went for it. One gal said to me, "It feels like you're cumming and cumming!" Yummy. Here's a tip: If you want to give it a go, drink two or three beers first--makes it less pungent. Ah, fuck it, go for pungent! Yeah, it's an acquired taste, just like Scotch, but you'll soon learn to love it. "Bottoms up!" ANIMAL SEX: I've never owned a dog, but I knew one woman, bless her, who owned three large, well-hung pooches that drove her to heaven whenever she needed the trip, which was quite frequently. She had them trained to do everything imaginable, including oral both ways. I'm for it myself, as long as you don't try to make the dog talk and say, "I love you!" As someone once said, "Teaching a pig to talk is hard work, and it annoys hell out of the pig!" Amen. Tip: Before you suck a dog's cock, give him a biscuit and pet the hell out of him. And be warned, dogs cum and cum and cum way before they actually cum! So, if you're not a swallower . . . CUCKOLDS: Many men love this. It heightens their sex drive. I've tried it numerous times with a few of my wives and a few girlfriends. In the same room and outside the room. I don't know the exact psychology behind it, but I found it to be an immense turn on, especially from outside the room, where I could only hear the act. This, I know, stems from my childhood, when, at 15, I caught my girlfriend (15) screwing a 22 year old guy. They didn't see me, but I observed them--through her basement window. While it saddened me and pissed me off, I wasn't too sad or pissed not to beat the old banana! I guess I got programmed! Eh? PEDOPHILIA: As fantasy, great! As reality, hang 'em! I received an e- Mail from someone, who said, "Continue the story! (He was referring to my tale called, The Day Leonard R. Fiske Became a Mommy!) You could have Lenny capture another girl when Eve is around 8. She could help train her!" This scared me somewhat. While I had no reason to feel the writer was an actual pedophile, other than in his mind, here's how I replied: Hi: Thanks for the positive feedback, but I have to say that this yarn will end here, despite its potential, and put a hold on old Leonard R. Fiske's future mommyhood. Yes, Lenny could get another girl and use Eve to train her. Then another and another, and so on, until he's the mommy king of Little Girl Island, but my point in writing this sordid tale was to give the reader a look into the workings of Len's mind, which, though grandiose of me to say, might somehow help the world down the line. If I were to continue the story, as tempting as that thought may be, I feel I would be going beyond exploring a pedophile's mind and end up just feeding into his fantasies. I see no point in doing that, so I'll leave that to other writers. In this story, old Len appears to be a "nice" pedo, a caring one at that, but he's given no thought to Eve's future, which makes him truly uncaring in the full sense of the word. His selfishness, in only thinking of his own satisfaction, and despite his seeming tenderness toward Eve, is his true monstrousness. For he has taken away from Eve not only her parents, but any chance at a normal life or a even a future of her own choosing and creation. In spite of how "happy" and "willing" a helpmate he can train Eve to become, Lenny has already mindlessly ruined her. Just by taking her to begin with. Ask Elizabeth Smart about that. She can tell you. So can her sister and the rest of the Smart family. There is a weirdness in some men, too many men some might say, in the way they picture women. They foolishly believe that all women are genetically geared to love sex, even if raped. Hence, the vast amount of stories about brutal and forced sex in which the lady not only learns to like it, she learns to love it. What makes this "all women" myth live on, I believe, is not only a man's egotistical imaginings, but the fact that some women, a very small percentile to be sure, do learn to like it. Whether out of a desire to survive or a desire to please, or both, she keeps the flame afire. I have a theory, which may or may not be original, that no one is responsible, at all, for whatever they do. However horrendous or malicious. Free will and free choice, in my theory anyway, is a fallacy. All our actions are governed by our brain and we can only work with what we've been given. At birth. Ergo, even a serial killer would not be responsible for his deeds. Blame God, I guess. Or Satan. Your choice. If there is any truth in this theory of mine, perhaps it might lead to not only a better understanding of serial killers, et al, but to the creation of better people, with better brains. Ha ha! Someday. For now, it's science fiction, but there's the "who knows?" future of human cloning, computerized "new brain" chips and lord-knows-what-else on the horizon. If we can just get past our bullshit ideas about playing God. verbum sap! Arthur Kay Well, there you have it, folks, the me behind the me. For whatever it's worth. Arthur Kay