Part 3 Learning to waltz Terri followed her older sister into the lady's washroom. Taking her cellphone with her, As Trish looked in the mirror Terri took a couple of quick image shots catching her reflection in the mirror. Trish's face was glowing. "It's beautiful," Trish said. "I have never seen anything like it. It's as if it was custom made for me. I...
Tracy Wilcox wove through the stream of pedestrians, intent on catching the next subway and arriving early to the Mid-Manhattan branch library. She hoped to make a good first impression without seeming to have tried too hard, a precarious balancing act that brought on two changes of outfits before the normally self-assured young woman felt ready. She'd settl...
There is no sex, overt or covert, in this story. It is a plain, simple tale of enchantment. ***** Tommy had made up his mind. He couldn't stick it all a moment longer. He was going to run away. But where could he go? His Nana lived in Chaddaston, and that was miles and miles away, and he had no idea how to get there. His friends were even further away, an...
This is a work of fiction and not intended to harm anyone or anything just for the erotic enjoyment of others. I do not own the rights to The OC. * Ryan Atwood came out of his Architecture Lecture in Berkeley along with the rest of his class. He was in his second year and was thoroughly enjoying it. It was a Friday and he would be staying with his adoptive...
I read the words etched into the bottom of the screen as the news flash lit up my small apartment, "Possible Deadly Outbreak Moving Along Eastern Seaboard". If it was anything serious the internet would have the best information; I never trusted these news networks. I got up to put my half-eaten bowl of rice in the fridge and smiled at Daisy, my bright blue...
As Salam Alaikum, dear friends. May the Creator smile upon you today. Got a story to share with you. My name is Zaynab "Nana" Samatar, and I'm a young Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Saint Paul, Minnesota. My parents, Halima and Abdirahman Samatar moved to the U.S. from their hometown of Mogadishu, Somalia, in 1988 and I was born three yea...
My Thai girlfriend is Ping, and on one evening she had taken me to a bar area called the Nana Plaza in the steamy hot city of Bangkok. This is the largest red light area in Bangkok, and was very lively with many young ladies working the bars and the clubs. We sat outside one bar which had a dozen working girls and sipped our drinks. We liked to people watch...
As I write this, I am sitting at my laptop computer on the balcony of my apartment in Bangkok, Thailand. Behind me my ladyboy lover is puttering around in the kitchen, washing the dishes from our breakfast. My lover is a beautiful Thai ladyboy. She has gorgeous features – lovely almond-shaped dark eyes, upturned sexy lips, dark smooth skin, thick black hair...
I woke up the next morning with the sun shining through the window. I was somewhat disoriented and panicked, thinking that I was supposed to be in the office. I quickly recovered and remembered I was officially on vacation. I also remembered that JC was supposed to be lying next to me, but her side of the bed was empty. Oh well, what did I expect, a long ter...
Camille is my petite wife, 34B-22-34, dark hair, very good looking. She has always been very stylish and popular. Her solid French stock is apparent, and her exquisite taste in clothes, jewelry, and lingerie has always been a source of great pleasure to me. I love her with all my heart. "Tim, we're late for the ward meeting. Remember, we need to drop off Br...