Battle of Two Heads

Wow! This story is directed toward men, but I believe women will get a horny wet pussy after reading it contents. I’m not a professional writer or storyteller. All the stories I’ve submitted thus far, has been a documentary of my life. They are meant to make one laugh and think at the same time.

The Coronavirus has altered my way of thinking in a positive sense. Post Coronavirus, my little head (Max) got me into a massive amount of trouble. Max could not think, see, smell, or figure out complicated problems. All Max was concerned with was satisfying his needs. 99.9% of all men can relate to Max, because it’s a chief concern with controlling our little head.

I’ve been married three times, my wives were super model lookalikes, but Max was never satisfied. My big head (Clarence) is a well educated guy with a six figure income and knew better. Well, Clarence and Max have had a life long battle, and too this day, they still can’t agree on who’s the Boss. Max wants as much pussy as he can get, rarely has he turned down a piece of ass. Clarence, on the other have should know better.

As a married man, Clarence enjoyed the fruits of his labor. Free sex, Clarence loved fucking his wives, eating pussy, and sucking on a set of luscious 34D’s. Max on the other hand, was jealous and pissed off because he did not always win. If Max didn’t get his way, he demanded the Clarence jacked him off. This was the ubiquitous prize for trying to appease him (Little Head).

Like I said, I’ve (Big Head) had three of the most beautiful women God created, but somehow I allowed Max (Little head) to control the narrative. I’m lucky to be alive, but Max never considered the danger he placed me (Big Head) into. I used the Bisexual genre because Max convinced me it would be a good idea to fuck a few men. He even convinced me too get fucked in the process. Yes, I must admit, Max really did a job on me.

Sigmund Freud might better explain the psychological process that Clarence and Max endured. The Id, Ego, and the Super Ego and some of the other mumble jumbles that life has in common. I’m mesmerized by the amount of sex partners Max persuaded me into fucking. How could I be so stupid, Clarence on the other hand attempted to bargain with Max. The two of them agreed never to fuck an underage teenager or a married woman.

In closing, I (Clarence) wish I had the courage to cut that MOTHER FUCKING (Little Head) MAX completely off. That Son of a Bitch is evil, he’s dangerous, he has on conscious, and I wish I could rid myself of him. Every good woman I’ve ever had, Max would run them off. He liked sleazy bitches, broke bitches, bitches with low self- esteem. God, please forgive me (Clarence) for being such a dick!