Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... kind of permanent takeover of her body? Of course, I could never know, and I promised myself, and Stephanie that I'd treat every day like it was my last, and to enjoy this new life, or chance that I'd been given. I drove to a nearby clothing store, and picked out a pretty new red dress, nicer than the one back in my closet, but still close enough that it would always remind me. Then I picked out a new pair of shoes, classy heels, but not slutty. I stopped at a salon on the way home and had my nails done, after all a woman has to look nice when she has a date a bit later with a gorgeous man like Curt. Besides, I had every intention of getting lucky.

Lucky, now there was a word I'd never think of in quite the same way ever again.

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AN: This was a very complex story for me to write. I'm still not satisfied with how the transition from Carl to Steph went, but honestly I can't think of how else to write it. This was never going to be a story filled with sex, but I wanted the hope for sex to be a main part of the story. Sorry, but this is where the story ends, and I do hope you enjoyed reading it!