Hey every tiny men! if you’re here for that delicious rush of a woman so impossibly huge she turns cities into her personal playground, buckle up. This one’s for the tiny man lovers who crave every crushing detail, every thunderous step, every warm, intoxicating scent that hits you when a goddess walks the earth. I never asked to be six inches tall from a mountainous godeses perspective. One minute I was just Marcus, average guy grabbing coffee on 7th Avenue. The next, the world exploded upward around me like I’d been dropped into a nightmare diorama. Skyscrapers that used to look impressive now loomed like jagged silver cliffs. Cars that are bigger than me looked like the size of my thumbnail zipping past like angry metal beetles. And then… she appeared. Lena. She stepped out from between two downtown towers like she’d been waiting for the perfect stage. Goddess Lena, 300 feet of pure, sun kissed devastation wrapped in a skin tight black dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back in waves thick enough to smother neighborhoods. Those emerald eyes scanned the tiny city below with playful hunger, and […]