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Story 4 Title: Artist’s Muse Blurb: Lena, an art student, agrees to model for enigmatic painter DamienCross, known for his sensual, provocative work. As she disrobes, Damien instructs her in how to pose, breathe, and expose hervulnerabilities, not just her body. Each session becomes more intense,as their connection deepens into obsession. The canvas isn’t the only place Damien explores her, soon, their bodies and emotions become intertwined in a passionate, reckless affair.

“How can I ever forget that day? You still haven’t told me why you did that when I was just asking for your number.” “Well, today I will give you the why,” she said. “You didn’t come to San Francisco by chance. There was a lot of planning behind the scenes on my part to finally get my boss to ask your station to partner with us on that heritage project I had come up with.” “Why? How come?” Natasha laughed again. “Because I wanted to get to know you better. I wanted to know who the father of the child I had just given birth to really was.”

Was she some sort of fairy godmother like in Cinderella who granted wishes? With a heavy heart I thought things through , what good had it done me to loose such a friend . I often smiled as though I was leaving the happiest moment of my life All I wanted to do was just get back to my room and sleep as my body still needed the rest after the late night of writing the paper for today's presentation in English Lit. Obviously like most students out there, I was a proud procrastinator. If it was a sport, I would be getting prizes and gold medals for it.

the camera man had began counting as Ismael, Leo and Britney stood with the kids, smiling as shots were clicked through their smile. A family, love which the never really got to experience both Leo and Ismael hopped to have their new family experience it all. A sexual desire had influenced their love, breaking their rivalry to unity, a clear view of an inducing desire. @starex_pen on I*******M for future novel updates

Can't wait to get started. ##################### Disclaimer: Please note that this is just a story and it doesn't define how any kind of relationship should be. This story is purely fictional and does not have any connection to any actual story or any persons lives.

AMARACHI's POV. You look bored. Lunch break would begin anytime soon. Let me tell you more about myself." "Oh, that would be nice." "My name is Christabel Edwards. You already know that. I'm 16. I love talking a lot if you haven't noticed." Oh, I have noticed dear. I smiled at her, encouraging her to go on. "I really want to be a model, a popular one. I have a crush on Jeffrey. He's so gorgeous." She said dreamily, blushing.

Who am I in this story? - What story? We have no story. - What do you mean we have no story? And the night we just spent together? - What night? I don't remember a night we spent together. What am I doing in your office? I have a dinner tonight, and I need to go shopping to look my best. I want to be with someone who wants me. I no longer intend to force someone into a relationship they don’t want. - Who told you I didn’t want to be with you?

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I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

“Where is she?” Lora pointed at where Dementia was, still hitting her head on the wall. Looking at the small fairy, the Sluagh shrugged her shoulders and turn back to Lora. “Well that serves her right my child. What is it that you want her to do that she couldn't?” “I asked her to make someone fall in love with me, but she started telling me different stories.” Lora said eyeing Dee with her eyes. “Lora, my child, Dementia is a weak fairy but don't worry you have me, I will do that for you, all I need is his full name.”