This is my first story on here. This is a fantasy of mine...real characters but I changed the name and outcome. Both characters are above 18. I hope you enjoy J Learning something new The characters: Jenna- student, 18 years old, 5'8, long dark hair (she is wearing it in a bun for ballet class) brown eyes, slim build, 32-27-32, light but tanned skin....
I go to ballet on Tuesday and there is a new woman in the class. She is taller then me by a few inches and has long tan legs with nice sculpted knees. Her hands are delicate with 10 strong fingers. Her red hair is wrapped tightly in a bun. She bent over to put on her slipper and the edge of her flowing skirt raised so I could see her leotard running through...
It was the first evening that the weather had been warm enough so I opened my curtains and then the sliding window and stepped out onto my balcony. The fresh, Spring air was a tonic and I placed my glass of wine on the balcony table and sat in the rattan chair and revelled in the view of the rooftops of the city. I'd left the lights off in my sitting room to...
Anne Wallace was a fine Vicar's wife. Respected by the community , she was a pillar of support for her husband's calling. Her lithe figure, and fashionable dress sense meant that she tended to be noticed, and admired , wherever she went. She and husband John were regarded as a "team" and she prided herself on looking good. Her black pencil skirt, pink blouse...
~ Prologue ~ Amy stood on the doorstep, shaking with nerves and the cold which was blowing up and under her long overcoat. She was ever so cold. She raised a trembling finger and rang the doorbell. There was no answer for at least thirty seconds, and her nerves were sending her heart into overdrive. She turned away, about to flee when suddenly a cool and ca...
This is the first chapter of a story for which my earlier submission 'Romeo and Juliet, a ballerina deflowered' can be read as the prologue. "You really make me sick!" With that she roughly grabbed me by the throat and slammed me hard against the wall. The impact of my back against the brick winded me but before I could even attempt a breath I felt a hard s...
Over that summer we really fell in love, so much I was able to last minute finagle my plans and switch to Melissa's college. It was better academically, but the dance program wasn't as good, and they needed good dancers. We didn't' get the same dorm room - probably I good thing because I doubt we would have left. That's a joke, the great thing about our rela...
After the Ball The last week of May was one of the happiest, lustiest and saddest of my life. My ballet teacher- and lover - was moving away. She was in graduate school and she had a fellowship opportunity in another city. It was a few hours away, but to an 18 year old with no car it may as well been on the other side of the world. Our loving making had gro...
Laura first met Emily two years ago on a vacation to England where she was invited by a friend of hers to a ballet show for the charity event, "Children In Need" Each year celebrities attend and perform in the show hoping that people will call in and donate money. Emily's performance was incredible; she would leap and dance around the stage in perfect harm...
Have you ever noticed how much you can see in the dark once your eyes become accustomed to it? I made this discovery at 3:17 a.m. as I lay in my hotel bed, wide awake, reviewing what had just happened and reflecting on how my life had changed. The blinking red light on the fire alarm on the ceiling; the thin, vertical slits of light that penetrated at the e...