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Hello everyone!

I want to take a moment to thank you for all the messages and feedback I’ve received regarding the stories of Amy and Samantha. I completely understand that people have different tastes, and perceptions of this type of narrative can vary greatly. As Hooked mentions, these stories ...

The silence in the botanical garden became deafening. Megan and Julia's laughter and whispers suddenly vanished, leaving only the sound of the fountain in the center and the occasional crunch of gravel under my feet. I turned around, searching for the girls, but there was no trace of them.

"Megan ...

Icy water still dripped down my skin as the girls walked towards the car. My legs trembled as if they were about to give way at any moment, but I followed as best I could, my body drenched sticking to each gust of wind that grew stronger as the afternoon set in. Drops fell from my hair in small ...

For now, I’ve taken the story up to this point while I organize the next day for Samantha. In the meantime, I’ve decided to pick up Amy’s story again, which I’m very excited about. Little by little, I’ll continue making progress on both stories, aiming to give each one the development they deserve ...

Amy crossed the threshold of her home's door with hesitant steps, her backpack hanging from her shoulder and a mix of fatigue and tension painted on her face. She had barely closed the door behind her when she heard her mother's voice, firm and laden with concern, coming from the living room.

"Amy ...

The hallway stretched before Amy like an endless tunnel, empty yet laden with invisible threats. The fluorescent lighting was too bright, highlighting each tile on the floor with an immaculate white that seemed to mock her state. She clutched her arms tighter against her body, one hand covering her ...

Amy remained curled up under the table, her chest rising and falling in a frantic rhythm. The silence in the room surrounded her, heavy and relentless. She thought that maybe, finally, she'd have a moment to breathe. But then, the door opened again. The sound was so clear, so definitive, that a ...

Amy adjusted the last button on her shirt and smoothed her skirt with quick, nervous movements. Her reflection in the mirror showed a student perfectly dressed in an immaculate school uniform, but behind that facade was a whirlwind of emotions. Her heart was still pounding, and her hands, though ...

Amy advanced with hurried steps, her breath catching as she tried to stay in the shadows that the evening lights offered. Each corner was a new challenge, each sound a threat that made her heart beat with force. Turning a corner towards an apparently deserted street, her body almost collided with a ...

I'd love to get your input on how to approach the scene between Amy and Samantha. Given that Samantha is the beautiful protagonist and will be nude, I'm considering telling this part of the story from her point of view. What are your thoughts on this?