Stephanie Christensen Novels & Stories

Her long, soft hair was pulled back behind her, giving him a clear view of her enormous breasts. She was aware of his current overt lust for her. She was just there for him as a sexual object, and her sensual nudity was causing him to orgasm. Stephanie had evolved into a visual stimulant with the job of promoting human desire. She had a rush of excitement. Her pussy then began to shake once more.

Everything accelerated after she arrived in Moonfall—rhe investigations, suspicions, secrets, inconsistencies and every hidden crack suddenly became visible. I frowned and then another thought surfaced. Christine never asked for favors, she argued openly, said exactly what she thought usually with little regard for how inconvenient it was. She accepted responsibility, worked harder than most people around her, protected people when she shouldn't and took risks when she definitely shouldn't. She is independent, stubborn, brave to the point of stupidity, infuriating but honest. My thoughts shifted to Stephanie and the contrast appeared automatically. Stephanie avoided direct answers, deflected

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

When Katherine woke up she was surrounded by the people she had come to know Over the last few days people she had come to consider her friends: Giselle, her teacher, mentor, friend; Sofia, the sister Katherine had always longed for but never had in Melody; Ray Stalls and Tracy Adams, the Couple who couldn't stop fighting... or stay away from each other either; Moonbeam, a vegetarian, earth-loving girl whose voice was always soft and kind, never a harsh word escaping her lips, and her boyfriend who was the complete opposite, Jamie Madison.

The garlic bread I found in the freezer had finished and was cooling on the baking sheet beside the bowl of salad I made as well. I had to practically scavenge the house for spices for the sauce, much like for the sausage, but thankfully Christine, the cook in the house, was around to help me out. She was a nice older woman with mocha skin and grey hair. Her eyes had smile lines around them from many years of obvious happiness and she bared her crescent shaped mark proudly in a worn v-neck dress as if it was a first place trophy won after a long battle. I felt so comfortable with her and I could tell Aura did as well, we'd definitely be visiting with her more frequently.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

"But if she's your ex, I mean your stalker then how did she know about the Chases?" He shrugged in response. He didn't know anything about her except for the fact that her Name was Stephanie and she had a physical disability. One of her leg was deformed and she used to limp while walking. Blair didn't notice anything like that. Maybe because Stephanie wore a floor length gown at the party. 'I need some information about this girl, who really is this Stephanie...' ... "Mr. Kingston, are you alright?" Blair's breathy voice snapped Raiden out of his daze. He blinked, a few times, cleared his throat and straightened his back.

"It's - it's nothing,you were saying something about the date?" "Her name is Stephanie" She talked as Bart listened, though he still looked spaced out. "You look nervous,Steph" The middle aged woman who sat on the customer seat in Stephanie's Saloon. Stephanie Montgomery aged 27,she was a saloon owner. She had brown beautiful eyes and brown skin,her hair was made into dreadlocks.

Stephanie could address everyone in the room, and while her voice was audible to all of us, we were unable to hear each other's responses to her. When Stephanie came through, the first thing I noticed was that it was just a bust shot. I could see her clearly with her brown-haired wig on, carefully styled to perfection. Her long fake eyelashes fluttered with each blink, drawing attention to her distinctly painted face. It was evident that she had applied more makeup than usual, enhancing her features with bold colors.

“What is it, girl?” “Stephanie White, one of the country’s most successful and prettiest runway models is back! After making names and stirring waves abroad, it seems like our girl would like to settle in the country for good. I swear to god, she’s perfect in every way. How I wish…” Therese grabbed the remote control and lowered the TV's volume as she scooted her back closer to Raven in bed. The reporter's voice faded in the background as her boyfriend snaked his arm around her naked torso. She could still feel the delicious ache in her muscles from their love making.