This is the first installment of a series I'm calling "The Webcam Diaries". With a favorable response, I will continue to write more episodes. --------- "Hold on, let me hook it up." Misty dug into her box of computer parts looking for her webcam. In the box was a multitude of loose cords and headphone wires. "How long has it been since you used it last...
The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. Both characters are at least eighteen. * When I was a senior in high school I had a girlfriend named Misty. It was one of those marching band relationships where a really cute color guard girl hooked up with a brass player for the season. Misty was a really swe...
Arriving home Friday afternoon I told Misty I had to make a trip to a client's site early the following week. She asked where I was going and how long I was going to be there. I told her it was a town about 200 miles away and I was planning on leaving early Sunday morning returning Wednesday evening. As we ate dinner later in the evening Misty asked if she...
Part I Nancy Lipske was actually quite relieved to be finally going out on a date. The college sophomore was surprised when she was asked to double date with her cheerleading squad mate Misty Johnson and her new boyfriend Jim. Both girls cheered for the same small town high school and had made the college squad as well. Despite all they seemed to have in c...
"Don't go, Misty," said the horned one. "They have thunder-sticks. It will hurt you. Chase you away." Misty looked up at the great sandstone walls of the city of Izaz. It would have been nearly impossible to climb that wall with claws or webbed feet, but Misty had neither of those. She had something better. She strode to the base of the wall. "Misty, no!"...
Bright moonlight peeked through the leaves of the trees, dappling the worn dirt trail and providing just enough light for Mist-Rolling-Softly's keen eyes to safely guide her footsteps down the path. She quietly practiced saying her newly-awarded Druid name as she picked her way carefully over the stones and roots which threatened to engulf the ancient route;...
It always astounds me how much Misty and her stripper friends spend on costumes. It is like an obsession with them and they own more outfits they only wear for ten minutes at a time than everyday clothes. Misty usually goes with her friends to a couple of stores that specialize in dance and club wear to buy them so when she wanted me to go with her to look f...
Valentina and Misty didn't talk on the drive to the club. Valentina was content to sit enjoying the silence, and Misty was virtually entranced by the aroma engulfing her nose as she inhaled deeply through Valentina's panty. Valentina's scent was that of arousal and sex, yet somehow mixed with death and decay. Misty knew that she could never have the words t...
Emilia led Misty down the long hallway. Her room, she discovered, was almost all the way across the entire length of the house from Valentina's. All of the other doors Misty had seen in the house were of highly polished old wood. Hers she noticed was strikingly different. It was heavy steel, set into a heavy steel frame, with slits that could be opened from...
Traffic was terrible. Misty had forgotten how bad morning rush hour was. It had been almost 6 years since she had to fight the ebb and flow of a morning commute. She was already a nervous wreck. Today was the first day of kindergarten for her twins. She'd stopped working and stayed at home with them when they were born. 5 1/2 years later and she was going...