Sam Marie Novels & Stories

Sam looks crudely excited at her emergence, “-I was hoping you’d be here.” “I’m going to give you all a warning. And trust me when I say this, I’ll only be saying it once. Get the hell out of here before I give you another taste of what you had back in the City,” Marie’s voice calls out in defiance, her back straightening as she glares towards Sam.

She shook her head, "No. You don't need to do so. Not at all" "Marie", Samuel's baritone made both of us halt. I peered at him. He was tall, as tall as Damian or maybe a little short? Wait why am I comparing them? Samuel had a sturdy build. his features sharp. I noticed both of them at the same eye colour - grey. However, while Samuel had brownish hair, Marie's face was framed with reddish curls. "I am so sorry", she apologised, her eyes widened slightly as she looked at her brother imploringly. I noticed his expression transform from stern to a soft one.

I got the feeling that something is about to happen as I loo at Mera to see her smirking cunningly as she looks at me. “Again my name is Sammuel Miguel. I am a famous pianist in England. I have a best friend who is far more amazing and talented than I. He taught me everything I know. His name is Jerwel Prime. SHE… is his cunning gold-digging wife.” He said as he points to Sammantha who froze on the stage. “Are- are you sure she is who you say she is?” a girl asks from behind him so he let my hand go to see who speaks.

“Somebody making small batch ice cream in funky flavors.” Leslie joined us back at the property. She was a chunky lesbian who wore T-shirts with aggressive slogans, which contrasted with her beautifully manicured and polished set of fingernails, which she kept up with regular visits to a nail salon on Washington Avenue staffed by a bunch of Peruvian sisters and cousins. She was a combination of tough girl, Long Island Jewish princess, and funky artist. Her T-shirt that day featured a picture of Marie Antoinette and the slogan, Let them eat shit.

Free to flirt with anyone. “I’m with a friend, Sam. You’re acting rude.” Sam pouts and turns her eyes to me. “Your taste has changed. She’s cute though. Hi, I’m Sammy Cooper. You are?” she brought a hand out for me to shake. I slowly held it. “Esmarie Cruz.” “Hmm, are you the girl who fainted in front of the pack?” I wince out of embarrassment. “Yeah, that’s me.” “Ah, what are you doing here without your children? I’m not wrong, right? You did have kids right?”

“ What ?’, Sarah gasped incredulously, “ Marry?” Sarah stared at Dr Samuel Martinez shocked beyond words. Even in his white somber doctor’s uniform Dr Sam looked strikingly handsome with a powerful aura around him, almost as though Greek God Adonis had come down from his cloud palace above Mount Olympus. With his intense look, seafoam green eyes, distinctive physical features and longish light brown hair tamed in classic slicked back 80s style, he presented a refined and serious appearance.

Damon: “Today is one of those days where I really don't know how we're going to be able to deal with anything.” I said without turning to face Sienna. She walked towards me and wrapped her arm around me, kissing my shoulder as she did. I smiled and took her hand in mine, gently kissing her palm.

Sam says, smiling as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Well." Mary says, exasperatedly. "Well, what?" he asks, ceremoniously adjusting the front of his jeans. "Are you going to avert your eyes so I can get dressed?" Mary asks. "I don't believe I will, ma'am," he answers. "A beautiful woman like you has nothing to be ashamed of," he adds. "I'm not ashamed!" Mary retorts, "I'm just not an exhibitionist." "No ma'am, I never thought you were," Sam smiles as Mary turns her back. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of from this side either," Sam says, staring at Mary's firm round ass cheeks.