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A subtle smile touched Hispana's lips. "Liam," she began, "we moved without expectations, without destination, yet our connection has grown, and I sense there are deeper chambers within you that you're ready to unlock. Fantasies, perhaps, desires that you've kept hidden?" Liam's heart thrummed...

That evening, Liam arrived punctually at Hispana's apartment, and the scent of jasmine blended with exotic woods greeted him before the door even opened. The low hum of Astor Piazzolla drifted from the speakers. She stood there, in a fitted, stylish black tango dress, the slit high enough to...

A crunch of footsteps on the sand, and then I heard, "Wait up, man." Curious, I turned over on the beach towel and looked out there. Two men were present, standing, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized they were looking at me. They seemed to be staring at me, and for a moment, I felt...

The scent of pine needles filled my lungs, a stark contrast to the lingering aroma of hairspray and late-night pizza that clung to my memories of senior year. High school and my last relationship were both closed chapters. I felt an incredible sense of freedom. Finally, summer! I inhaled deeply...

Hey, thank you… I have always welcomed "a new audience, admirers," to quote myself.

After Memories, there will definitely be a few more chapters of Hispana's Dance and a sequel to The Cherry Tree.

Thank you. Appreciate it! Then I will write how it all began; those are indelible memories.

Hispana's cozy apartment was a symphony of dim lighting, plush fabrics, and a soft flicker of candles. She moved with bewitching grace, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor. "Relax, Liam…" she purred, making him sit on her velvety couch. She reached out, gently tracing the line of his...

Sorry, I didn't notice you were here. Anyway, thanks for your interest… I had actually already written the sequel to the story, then changed my mind, but I will post it for you as soon as possible.

The air hung thick and heavy on that July night, a humid veil clinging to our skin, promising the next day would be just as breathless. Above us, vibrant lights, strung between the branches of the ancient oak trees, illuminated the sweaty faces of the dancing crowd. The air vibrated with the...

Hispana adjusted the silk scarf around her neck, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, you called?" she asked, her voice a low hum over the soft jazz playing in the background. Across from her sat Liam, a nervous energy practically radiating from him. He'd reached out after seeing her profile – a...