This Story Introduces My Newest Character Harold Hump... The Sleazy, Egotistical, Self Serving, Grandstanding Mayor Of Los Angeles... Not The Real One... The Fake One... He's A Totally Made Up Fake Character... "Come Get Humped By Harry." "Baby... When do Charlotte and I need to be at the dinner party?" "7:30." "Ok... Thank you baby." "You're welcome sw...
It is a Sunday afternoon in the early fall. One of those early fall days where it is warm during the day, but there is something in the air tells you pumpkin spice is just around the corner. Sam and Stephanie unload their moving truck into their new Chicago home. Sam's job gave him the opportunity to move they just had to leave their family and friends back...
I sat down at a local coffee shop drinking a double mocha latte, while watching a magnificent sunset. It was apart of my usual routine. "What a spectacular view," I thought to myself while sitting at the table drinking my coffee. I liked to sit out on the patio of the local coffee shop, especially in the winter time. Every evening I would make tracks thro...
It is a Sunday afternoon in the early fall. One of those early fall days where it is warm during the day, but there is something in the air that tells you pumpkin spice is just around the corner. Sam and Stephanie are unloading their moving truck into their new Chicago home. Sam's job has given him a great opportunity to move up they just had to leave their...
Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to post the new chapter. Hope you enjoy. Stephanie had just changed out of her ceremonial robes to a pair a jeans and white tank top, when she heard the front door slam shut, "Hello?" she asked as she left her room and entered the living room. She watched as Claire put ten shopping bags on the table. "What's going on?...
Dear Readers, Well, here it is, the chapter you've been waiting for and the answer to a question one of you asked me this week. I'll admit this story took more and longer than I expected. Stephanie and Calvin's story just begged for expansion. Enjoy, KemMyst *** Lyssa wasn't into girls but she, of course, knew where all the parts were. [Nathan Severn,...
Before I start, let me admit, that I am a closet wrestling fan. Lie most of the guys who are “rasslin” fans, I watch because on one hand, I like to see two guys beat the Hell out of each other. (for real, or otherwise) On the other hand, I also like to watch and cream over the hot scantily clad women on the show. Which leads me to write this story. Here is a...
(Author's Note: All characters, whether described as such or not, are all over 18 years of age. This is a continuing series of fantasies harbored since my own high school years. I welcome any and all feedback. It's why I write! Enjoy.) Chapter 06: Angie, Lisa, Stephanie, Ann Lisa Fisher put her car in park, turned off the key and turned to the teenager sit...
I didn't pay much attention when they moved in upstairs. I was close to finishing my fourth year of university—an undergraduate degree in English and philosophy—and I was studying hard for my final exams, as well as trying to finish a short story that I'd been working on for months.. I was renting the entire second floor of the house—bedroom and kitchen on...
Lyssa is silent still as Ariel and Joanna guide her inside the house and up the stairs to the third floor. Individuals in various states of dress and various forms turn, put their heads up, and sniff as she passes by. A couple of youngsters follow them down the hall, giggling. Lyssa is led into a gigantic suite. A huge bed dominates a far corner, decked in...