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