Charles’s Adventures

“Charles!” my wife, Amrah, shouted.

“What!” I responded.

“You didn’t put out the trash again!”

“Fuck!” I yelled as I ran down the stairs.

I saw the garbage truck leaving as I made it out the door. “Wait!” I shouted as I yelled at them, but it was disregarded as they were already around the corner. “Fuck me!”

I looked at the garbage overflowing the bin. Who knew a family of four could accumulate so much trash?

I also missed it last week, which meant I had to take it to the disposal site. “I am going!” I looked at Amrah as I snatched the truck keys from the table. “Don’t say anything!”

Amrah had warned me last night to take it out to the street, but I told her I would do it first thing this morning.

I loaded it all into the bed of the pickup and hauled it toward the disposal site. I didn’t want to smell like trash when I got to work, so I had to speed back home, take a shower, and then head to work, knowing I would be late.

“You’re late again!” Denise, my assistant, shook her head.

“I forgot to take out the trash,” I sighed as I went into my office.

“Again!” Denise stared at me.

“Yes, again!” I responded. “You sound just like my wife!”

“Well, this is what the third time in a row?”

“Forth according to her.”

“And it comes every Wednesday? At the same time?”

“Yes!” I snapped back at her.

“Don’t snap at me because your forgetful!”

I wasn’t forgetful; my mom used to say it was procrastinating. It seemed I had done it all my life.

“Oh yeah, you forgot that there was a meeting yesterday!” Denise barked at me as she rolled her eyes and turned around. “But you told me to stop reminding you about it because you wouldn’t forget!”

“Fuck me!” I slammed my fist on the table.

I quickly got up and headed for my boss’s office. On the way there, I started thinking of excuses for leaving early and missing the meeting.

“What excuse do you have this time?” Adrian asked.

I had barely stepped into his office when I saw Adrian staring at me. “One of your kids had a game you forgot?” he stared right through me as he sat in his office chair, which swung back and forth. “Oh, I know! Your wife had one of her yoga or fitness lessons, and you had to get back home to look after the kids?”

I stood rooted to the floor.

“I told you I would let you go if you messed up one more time, remember?” Adrian leaned forward. “So you better have a good excuse this time, and remember, I have your wife’s number. I will call her to verify it.”

Amrah and Adrian talked the last time we had a business luncheon. I forgot to keep them separated, so when Adrian approached my wife with all the excuses for leaving early or coming in late, she didn’t back me up.

I knew she wouldn’t. Amrah was getting tired of how things were going, and she ratted on me.

“Well! I am waiting!” Adrian exclaimed as he stared at me.

“I don’t have an excuse,” I admitted.

“You know where the door is,” Adrian shook his head.

I slowly walked to the door and headed for my car.

By the time I got home, I saw Martin, our neighbor, leaving my house.

“Hey Charles,” he waved as he walked across the street to his house.

“Martin,” I replied as I walked to my door.

“Oh, you’re back, early,” Amrah stared at me as she was on her exercise bike.

“Why was Martin here?” I asked, staring at her.

“Oh, he came to fix the leak in the bathroom, you know the one you were supposed to fix,” Amrah replied in that judgmental tone.

“I told you I would fix it!” I snapped at her. “You don’t need to run to Martin every time you need something fixed!”

Amrah paused the video on the screen and stopped the bike. “First,” she said as she got off the bike and wiped the sweat from her face. “Watch your tone; I am not your mother!” she approached me. “Second, why are you home so early?”

I looked at the paused screen in front of the bike and saw the recent call list from her phone. The last call was from Adrian.

“I thought so,” Amrah shook her head as she looked at me. “Fired again!”

“I can explain!” I started to say, but Amrah turned away from me.

“I told you what would happen if you got fired,” Amrah kept walking as I tried to keep up with her. “This is the fourth job this year!” She quickly turned around and stared at me. “Four!”

“I will get another job; it’s not that big of a deal!”

No matter what I said, Amrah didn’t listen to me, and neither did the kids when they returned from school.

I watched as Amrah packed all the things they could carry into the SUV. “I warned you to get your head out of the clouds!” Amrah shook her head as she got in the driver’s seat.

I waved as they left. Martin stood in his driveway. “What!” I shouted at him.

“Don’t get mad at me,” he grinned as he walked back into his house.

Amrah was right, just like my mom and the rest of my family. I wouldn’t amount to anything if I didn’t stop daydreaming.

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“You should write it down,” Jacob shrugged as I met him for drinks.

“What?” I asked. “The things I think about?”

“Of course, some of those things are exciting,” Jacob poked my head. “Some of the adventures that go in that noggin of yours might even make you some money, better than trying to find a new job, where you will get fired for anyway.”

Jacob’s words stuck with me, even days afterward.

I had tried to tell Amrah about my daydreams and the worlds I would create in my head, but she didn’t listen and told me to stop. But what if I could make money writing these ideas down?

I decided to get a part-time job since we sold the house in the divorce and split the money. I had gotten a one-bedroom apartment, so I had money to spare.

Jacob helped me find a site where I could post my stories online; now, all I had to do was write.

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Charles Dixon — Space Commander

“Captain, the Kroll home world!” my second in command told me as we dropped out of hyperspace.

“Time for some payback!” I stood up and looked out at the large view screen. “We will teach these lizards not to mess with Earth!”

“Yes commander!” my crew yelled.

In this story, I am the captain of the Earth Alliance spacecraft Nemesis. It was the only warship ever built after the Kroll invaded Earth and killed millions of people.

“Captain,” one of the crew members turned around. “They have launched their fighters!”

“Good, we will show them what the greatest minds of the Earth have given us,” I sat back down. “Pattern L and launch missiles!”

“Yes Captain!” the crew responded.

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“Captain, a job well done, we have heard that the Kroll have retreated, and their ambassador has asked for a surrender.”

“Thank you sir,” I smiled as I was in my ready room.

“Your crew did good on their first real battle, but the Nemesis will stay along the border in case this is a ruse, and the Kroll decide to attack.”

“I will let them know,” I smiled.

“Again, well done, Charles!” my commander exclaimed.

“Thanks, Adrian!”

The view screen went off, and I sighed.

“He does talk a lot,” my second-in-command said as her head popped up from under the desk.

Her forked tongue massaged my cock.

“I thought he would never finish!” I grinned.

I loved watching her purple tongue fork in the middle as it went up and down my cock. Olidians from the planet Olidia were known for their large sexual appetites.

“I want my reward!” Amarah growled as her large mouth opened and covered my entire cock. Her forked tongue glided up and down my cock, and the tendrils that lined her mouth wrapped around it and jerked it even faster.

It was heaven inside that large mouth of hers. On their planet, they used the same tendrils and their forked tongue to rip and chew food, but it was also the way they kissed each other.

“My god!” I yelled as I came inside her mouth.

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I reviewed the final pages before submitting them. Jacob had done a good job with the eBook’s cover, so I submitted it.

I didn’t hold my breath for any good comments, nor did I think anyone would read them, but there was hope.

“Have you seen?” Jacob called me while I was at work.

“Seen what?” I asked as I was about to leave in a few minutes.

“Your book is a hit!” Jacob exclaimed.

I rushed home, and even though it had only been a week, I sold over a hundred copies.

“They like it!” I cheered.

I couldn’t believe it. The number went up daily, and the comments loved the X-rated content, the characters, and the storyline.

Amrah had said it was stupid when I told her about some of the adventures I had when I was Captain Charles. I didn’t tell her that she was a sexy alien with a forked tongue.

“What else you got?” Jacob asked.

“A lot!” I smiled.

I wrote two more books about Captain Charles’s adventures, and then I decided to do other things that I had daydreamed about.

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Charles Dixon — Super Spy

“Good afternoon, Dixon,” the young woman smiled as I exited the expensive silver sports car.

“Afternoon,” I replied in my tailor-made suit.

“Everyone is inside,” she grinned as she walked with me as the valet took my car.

“It looks like it will be a great night,” I walked into the lavish mansion.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Rich people were gathered everywhere, talking as servants carried expensive champagne.

“This way,” the young woman with a nice body wrapped in a tight little red dress guided me through the thick crowd.

‘It’s a who’s who of villains,’ the voice in my ear implant said.

‘Quiet!’ I told Martin, my tech whiz.

The lady turned around and guided me down some stairs.

‘Bingo!’ Martin exclaimed as I saw my target.

Adrian, the mobster with more villains and scum of the Earth, was playing poker in a nice, finished basement.

“Charles Dixon,” Adrian stood as the others looked at me. “I think you know everyone here,” he smiled as many of the guards showed their guns.

“Of course,” I smiled calmly as the pretty woman walked away. “I put most of you away.”

I took a seat as they pointed to it.

“I guess that’s Martin Colasky in your ear?” Kevin, one of the biggest dealers in the illegal exotic animal trade, asked me.

“Yes, it is,” I looked at everyone.

All of them were staring at me.

“We finally caught you,” Derek smiled.

“Did you?” I asked.

Suddenly, the place started to fill with mist, and all of them began to choke and grab their throats.

“You guys should seriously start looking at the pretty young women,” I grinned as the mist was coming from their cigars. “Especially when she brings you cigars.”

I was immune to the effects of the mist.

Adrian made a run for it, and I had to give chase. He ran through the crowd.

“Martin!” I yelled as I was trying to catch up to him.

“On it!” Martin answered.

The moment Adrian got outside, my car was waiting for him with guns coming out of the side; the bullets riddled his getaway vehicle with holes.

“It can do the same to you and your men,” I grinned, holding my handgun out. “Now, how about those drinks?”

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Everyone clapped as I returned to Washington, DC.

“You did it again,” Jacob, my boss, said. “The world is safer because of you.”

“Hopefully they won’t escape again,” I smiled as people patted me on the back and congratulated me.

“We have talked with the board and found the leak,” Jacob smiled as we walked to my office. “Some broad name, Amarah, Amrah, or something or the other, was working for Adrian from the inside. She has been caught and will be spending the rest of her natural life inside.”

“Good to hear,” I smiled.

“I want you to meet your new assistant,” Jacob grinned. “I believe you met.”

It was the young blonde woman from the mansion. “I have heard great things about you,” the sultry woman smiled.

“I will let you get acquainted,” Jacob said, and left us.

We walked into my office, and I closed the door.

“What have you heard?” I asked as she strode over to me.

“Many things,” she grinned. “Many, many good things!”

“I will try to live up to every one of them,” I smiled, hitting the button to lower the shades.

The blonde smiled as she let her down and then tied it into a ponytail. She dropped to her knees and took out my cock.

“They weren’t lying when they said you had a big cock!” she smiled.

“They weren’t lying about many things!” I grabbed her head and shoved it onto my cock.

She looked up at me. “Paper or Plastic?” she asked.

“What?” I looked down at her.

“Will that be Paper or Plastic, sir!”

I woke up from a daydream and realized I was at the cash register at my local grocery store. The blonde behind the register was staring at me, visibly annoyed.

“Paper is fine,” I answered.

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I couldn’t believe my success. Since I started writing about these adventures, everything has been going well for me.

After I got published, I was able to buy a house, and my agent told me that there were even talks about making my Starship Captain book into a television series.

Amrah and the kids were trying to get back into my life since I had become popular with the young adults with my coming-of-age story about a young man and a young woman falling in love.

I had written that about the blonde I had been looking at when I went running. I knew she was too young for me, but I made my character a younger version of myself.

I told Amrah she had made her bed; she could sleep in it. I told her my daydreams and that my imagination was too good to be locked away at some office job.

Charles Duncan was becoming a household name. I wrote a medieval story about myself as a noble knight defending the kingdom from large hordes of ogres and orcs and riding a dragon into battle.

“Charles, buddy, pal!” my agent Ian called me. “This Age of Charles story is a huge hit with the producers!”

“Thanks. I am glad they like it,” I smiled as I walked around my new house, which was ten times bigger than my last house.

“One thing since this is going to be a movie, and not porn, we had to dial down the sex scenes,” Ian commented.

“I got carried away huh?” I asked with a grin as I looked at him through our video call.

“Just a bit, and also the elf with the quote-on-quote humungous boobs, you will have settle with big,” Ian sighed. “Unless you want the studio to hire a stripper with huge fake ones!”

“I understand,” I noted the other changes and approved the go-ahead to start shooting the movie.

I went to the pool area, where there was a huge party. “This is the life!” I smiled as hot babes in micro bikinis surrounded me.

I took one of the hottest ones up to my room, and just as she was about to get undressed, there was a knock at the door.

“Charles!” the hot babe with the huge rack yelled at me in my mother’s voice. “I said to take out the trash!”

I shook my head and cleared my mind of the daydream. “Okay!” I yelled as I got out of my bed and walked upstairs from the basement.

“A grown ass man, living in his mother’s basement,” my mom’s new boyfriend shook his head as I walked passed them.

“He got evicted from his apartment,” my mom sighed. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Leave him out in the streets, maybe he will learn a thing or two!”

I hated living here and hearing the two of them badmouth me every day.

I threw out the trash and then went back inside. I had never become a famous writer. No one read my books, as most of the comments said I was childish, and the stories were too far-fetched.

I now live at home with my mother and her boyfriend, while Amrah is married to Adrian. The two of them, along with my kids, had a great life.

“Stop day dreaming and maybe you will make something of yourself!” my mom shouted at me as I headed back to the basement.

“Yes, mom!” I responded. “I hate my life!” I said as I sat back down in front of my computer.