Hot desire. Laetitia Guivarché
Языкознание.
Hot desire
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isbn 9783750236035
Автор произведения Laetitia Guivarché
Жанр Языкознание
Издательство Bookwire
Until now, they had only communicated with each other via the Internet. She had reacted to a sex story that he had published and through which she felt somehow addressed and touched inside. It was a story which she found realistic, taken from life, not exaggerated, but at the same time radiated that pinch of tingling eroticism which she longed for in her soul and which she was looking for on these pages. That eroticism which she had been missing in her marriage for a long time.
Several times she had also «chatted» with men. These were mostly short episodes, you go a little way, exchange confused sexual thoughts, only to disappear from view again. But this time, she felt, it was different.
She couldn't even say with certainty what the real trigger in the story was that awakened in her the butterflies that seemed to have flown away for so long. She read the little story over and over again, and every time there it was, that tingling sensation that started somewhere inside her and spread through her loins and up to her cleft.
When she was alone, she just let herself drift, and with her thoughts and her feelings, her hands wandered over her body, irritating her in the sensitive parts. Slowly and tenderly she stroked her two breasts until she felt the nipples straightening and played with them. Her left hand had long since moved between her legs, first a little, then spreading them further and further. She perceived the intense arousal that the touch of her clitoris triggered in her and she let herself be carried away by this ever more beautiful feeling and the increasing horniness that now flowed through her entire body.
Several times she had also «chatted» with men. These were mostly short episodes, you go a little way, exchange confused sexual thoughts, only to disappear from view again. But this time, she felt, it was different.
She couldn't even say with certainty what the real trigger in the story was that awakened in her the butterflies that seemed to have flown away for so long. She read the little story over and over again, and every time there it was, that tingling sensation that started somewhere inside her and spread through her loins and up to her cleft.
When she was alone, she just let herself drift, and with her thoughts and her feelings, her hands wandered over her body, irritating her in the sensitive parts. Slowly and tenderly she stroked her two breasts until she felt the nipples straightening and played with them. Her left hand had long since moved between her legs, first a little, then spreading them further and further. She perceived the intense arousal that the touch of her clitoris triggered in her and she let herself be carried away by this ever more beautiful feeling and the increasing horniness that now flowed through her entire body.