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On our last night, as memory relived the moments of two frenetic and extravagant days, and the neon lights illuminated Vegas, pulsating like our heartbeats, Mali and I were again lying on a lavish bed, surrounded by the opulent grandeur of the Bellagio's double master suite. We knew that...

That night, the Grand Suite at the Bellagio was a celebration of both opulence and decadence; the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and cigars mixed with the musky aroma of lovemaking. I was leaning against the headboard of the second bedroom's king-sized bed, my naked body...

The night was unfolding like a *****, or perhaps a particularly vivid erotic story. Bull and Colt weren't just looking for our companionship; they were looking for a specific kind of interplay, a delightful twist on expectations. They had, in their own words, come to Las Vegas for a grand...

Once upstairs, the reality of the Texans' wealth hit me. The suite looked like a gilded temple: private elevator, marble foyer, two vast bedrooms, a sprawling living area overlooking the dancing fountains, and marble bathrooms so large they felt like real spas. "Ma'ams," Bull boomed, "welcome to...

I stared out the plane window, watching the familiar Chicago winter landscape shrink beneath the clouds. Next to me, Mali, my girlfriend, had her raven-black hair tied in a ponytail that only accentuated the exotic beauty. "You're thinking too loud," she said, her voice husky, that always made...

When Mali turned to me, her eyes glazed with lust. "Ana…" she whispered, her voice a little husky, "join us." I stepped closer, my hands reaching out to touch them. My fingers traced Liam's muscles, tense under my touch, then Mali's supple skin, her body trembling with anticipation. I leaned in...

After the performance, we moved into the private booth section, and there the air changed. It wasn't a physical sensation, but a certainty like a switch being thrown. There, out of the blue, I saw him. My heart skipped a beat… Liam stood framed in the archway of the VIP section. He had been my...

That day the light of the city, filtered through a haze of early humidity, was a gentle, pearlescent gray. It fell across the expanse of silk sheets in our bedroom, illuminating the curve of Mali's spine where I lay pressed against her. Finally back together after a year-long breakup due to a...

Mali reached for my hand. "Come with me," she said, her voice a low murmur, leading me to her bedroom. A room bathed in the soft glow of the sunset, its curtains wafting in the breeze. She reached out, her fingers tracing the curve of my breast, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "So many...

The cherry blossoms danced in the garden breeze, their petals whispering my wishes to the wind. Far from the city apartment, the air in my home was thick with a year's worth of unspoken longings. My phone lay face down on the nightstand, a silent, nerve-wracking presence. "Me too. How about...

Liam and Lily freed Hispana from the cross and, while she was still catching her breath, laid her on the low bed in the center of the room. Lily's eyes, lined with kohl, sparkled with mischief as she led Liam to the wooden structure. Her fingers traced a line along his jaw, and with slow...

After two weeks spent intensely, Bangkok had clung to Hispana and Liam like a second skin. Their journey through the city's dazzling marvels and veiled pleasures had been meticulously curated. From the sacred grandeur of the temples and the rooftop infinity pools overlooking the river to their...

As they walked in, a ****-san dressed in a Thai kimono greeted them with a smile. "Welcome to the Velvet Chamber. I am Lady Ying. What are your desires?" Hispana looked at Liam, her eyes inviting him to take the lead. He turned to Lady Ying, his voice steady despite the excitement coursing...

Liam's arms were still wrapped around Hispana as they lay on the bed, their breathing slowly returning to normal. The scent of their lovemaking still filled the room. He looked at her then, and he no longer saw just the beauty of her form but the boundless curiosity in her eyes and the strength...

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...