The joy of making shit up

[lovecraft68]

Going to do Candy bars huh? Okay, you asked for it. My entry in a pun off between myself and a few other litsters from a few years ago.

The following is a true story

I stopped at the skybar located on 5th avenue in Charleston to have a chew. I sat down at the bar, and two young ladies said "Oh, henry!" I said that's not my name, one then asked, "Reggie?" Again I said "No. and I'm no Mr Goodbar and have no interest in sugar babies, so run along."

I turned away and that's when I saw her. There she was, as peaceful as a dove, but stuck among some nerds. I asked the bartender "Who's that bit o honey over there?" he told me she was a tourist from Egypt and her name was Ahmand Joy.

I made my way over to her, ignoring the snickers from the people watching. When I got to her I told the three musketeers hanging around her to take off. At first they looked at me like I was from mars, but I told them I'd knock them into the Milky way if they didn't leave the lady alone.

They wandered off and I asked if I could sit and she said, yes. As I did I checked her out. I wouldn't say she was chunky, but she did have some curves. her mounds were perfect, much bigger than duds, but not exactly whoppers.

I said "Hey I'm Heath' and struck up a conversation and found that not only was she hot, but had some money, said she made a hundred grand a year, and that's a pretty good pay day. We had a few drinks and I asked if she wanted to come back to my room, after all it was just down the same rocky road the bar was on.

She agreed and man did I skor!Her only rule was she didn't like to talk dirty, but that didn't stop the fun! She was gobbling my watchamacallit and I was eating her kitkat, and then? Let's just say my peanut butter got in her chocolate. We went for hours, it was a damned marathon.

When we were ready to go another around I decided to go all in and ask if I could take a ride up her Hershey highway. She said she wasn't sure, she'd had nothing butterfinger up there before.

 

[Milene]

I don’t exclusively write semi-autobiographical stories, but the majority of them have been in this category thus far. I guess it’s less problematic coming up with a story structure, even if - like I often do - you merge different real events and add in some fabricated bits in between. You at least know where the story is basically going and can focus on other things.

My last published story was entirely a work of fiction, from my POV at least (it was based on a scaffold of events, real or desired, described to me by another Lit member). So even there I had parameters.

I was whining and moaning about AH members selecting alien tentacle porn as my next genre to attempt, but I take it all back. The freedom of just making up whatever I like is kinda intoxicating. Whether a story written by someone who is drunk ends up being worth reading is another matter. But for now I’m having more fun than since I wrote my Futanari fantasy (also entirely fictional - well d’oh!)

I guess I should do this more often .

Em

Only one of my stories is actually autobiographical, but most are based on women that I know or have met, or in the case of my Lesbian Callgirl series, celebrities that I crush on. My stories are about my fantasies about these people, what I would like to do with them.

 

[EmilyMiller]

Only one of my stories is actually autobiographical, but most are based on women that I know or have met, or in the case of my Lesbian Callgirl series, celebrities that I crush on. My stories are about my fantasies about these people, what I would like to do with them.

I’ll have to check them out, they sound right up my street .

Em