Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements including incest and BDSM. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.
Dear Diary, Well, here I am on an Amtrak bound from Dayton to New York City. I can hardly believe I'm finally doing it-pursuing my dream to become a dancer. Of course, it was hard leaving Mom and Dad, my kid sister, Rita, and especially my fianc', Freddy. But, I am twenty-one now and the world is, as they say, my oyster. I'm going to be its pearl, and am looking forward to meeting my soon-to-be roommate, Josette. She lives in Greenwich Village. Even I know what a swinging part of New York that neighborhood is supposed to be. What a coincidence that Josette used to live in Dayton, too. So what if I hate the place, how bad can it be? It's just for the summer. If I hate New York, I can always come back to Ohio.
The conductor just announced we 'll be arriving at Penn Station in about an hour, so I'm going to use the ladies room now.
New York, here I come!
Sally Ann Gardner put down her diary and thought about the many changes she was making in her life. As the train moved her closer and closer to her Manhattan destination, she once again wondered if she was doing the right thing. She'd never been out of Ohio, and there were so many horror stories she'd heard about city life. If it wasn't for the encouragement of her dance teacher, Miss Farrell, Sally Ann probably would never have had the courage to leave her small, quiet town. But Miss Farrell, who'd watched her student develop from a knock-kneed six-year-old to a graceful, delicately featured blonde beauty, sat her down after class one day after the other students had left the studio.
"Sally Ann," she'd said. "You know I'm fond of you, dear. Very fond. When I was your age, I realized that the goals I wanted to achieve would never happen unless I left Dayton." Sally Ann looked into the older woman's big blue eyes. At forty-five, Miss Farrell remained a stunner. Though years of plies at the ballet barre had left her slightly bow-legged, Miss Farrell had the carriage of a ballet dancer. She was small-breasted with tight, round buttocks and flaming red hair. As far as Sally Ann knew, she had never been married.
"Is that why you lived in New York for a few years?" Sally Ann inquired, adjusting her pink leotard.
"Well, that was one of the reasons," Miss Farrell replied. "There were other things as well. Let's just say I had different, um, longings that sometimes people in a small town don't understand."
Sally Ann began her cool down stretches. She spread her long legs wide, reaching toward her feet. "I know just how you felt, Miss Farrell. No one in my family understands how passionately I feel about becoming a real dancer. Mother wants me to settle down with Frederick just because we've been going steady for two years. Daddy even told Freddy he'd get him a job at his factory. And Rita thinks just because we're sisters I should stay close to home."
Miss Farrell put her hand gently on her favorite student's shoulder. "Sally Ann, honey, I'm not just talking about dancing."
"What else is there?".
The ballet teacher cleared her throat. "A lot, dear. When you go to New York, you'll meet a lot of different kinds of people. Some of them lead very different lifestyles than what you're probably used to."
|Series:||Victorian, Elf, Sister,Husband Watching, Voyeur And/Or Mother Erotic Sex Stories , #253|
|Sold by:||StreetLib SRL|
|File size:||145 KB|