Tragedy
on Clone Island Prologue As a billionaire financier, I had it all: the fast cars, the faster jets, and the even faster women. There were times in my life that I thought it could not get any better, any more perfect, or any more sexually satisfying. However, there was a void in my life regardless of my wealth and stature, a void I ignored, since there was nothing, I had thought, I could do about it. Oh, since puberty, I tried filling this void, but try as I might, no matter how wildly I spread my legs up over my shoulders, could I suck my own dick. And as close as my dick seemed to exist near my anus, no matter how I pushed and pulled and poked, would my dick enter my butt. One day a close associate approached me with some very special information, information about cloning, a way to finally realize my dreams and fill that one last void that even billions could not. I initiated the proceedings, paying a hefty fee for the process that would take two weeks to complete. A lifetime membership to the secret resort off the coast of China known as Clone Island, where you meet your clone away from society’s prying eye to partake in self-pleasure and congenial conversation was included in the fee. This is where my story begins… |