A True Love E-Book

Julian Bates

• Herausgeber: via tolino media
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Julian is pretty shy and therefore mostly alone and lonely. As Jasmine enters his life, she whirls his life completely around. He is forced to make a decision. Will he choose his love or male pride? A little note at the beginning, if you’re plain straight and not interested in the path away from the regular routes, let this story be, it’s too dangerous for you. Honestly.

Leseprobe

A True Love

by Julian Bates

Description of the book:

A little note at the beginning, if you’re plain straight and not interested in the path away from the regular routes, let this story be, it’s too dangerous for you. Honestly. Actually, Jasmin's and Julian's story was supposed to be just be just a little erotic short story. But I always miss real feelings in erotic short stories. So I made up a situation for my hero and the heroine and put them to the test. They will have to earn their enjoyment first. Then the story became more intriguing in addition to the fun, so that these parts were getting much longer than planned. Julian is pretty shy and therefore mostly alone and lonely. As Jasmine enters his life, she whirls his life completely around. He is forced to make a decision. Will he choose his love or male pride?

About the Author:

Where are the limits of imagination? That’s a question, that has returned to me over and over again, what limits should you set youself personally? The limits advised by the family? The general society out there? One of the various religious groups, and if so, which one of them? The one described by the law?

At some point in the course of a lifetime, most people come to the conclusion that you can‘t please everyone, and you have to draw your own boundaries. As a result of that, my personal imagination has no limits, but I have some things that I plain don’t like, and others that I like. I respect the law, I do no harm to anyone else and try to live in such a way, that I also do not do it unintentionally.

I respect other people and their dignity, no matter what they look like, what sexual orientation they have or what religion they belong to. I have no respect for people who treat other people badly, for whatever reason they believe they have to do such a thing.

That’s exactly where I set the only limits of my imagination, including the sexual part. So, apart from the villains, of course, my characters respect the law and other people, and do not harm anyone on purpose. Sadism and humiliation will also not be found in my stories, voluntariness, respect and love for the partner(s) is one of the basics for all my stories.

A True Love

By Julian Bates

1. english edition, 2018

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Autor: Julian Bates

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Inhaltsverzeichnis

1. Alone, alone

2. An unusual relationship

3. The first time

4. A new beginning

5. Boring everyday life

6. A reunion

7. Jasmin

8. The Fiji Isles

9. Epilog

1. Alone, alone

Munich was not my first choice, when I was looking for a new job, but it was the place, where I found one. At least one, more or less decently paid. The problems with Munich are the high costs, you pay a lot for rent and shopping in that area, mostly because of tourism, but the city also has its bright sides. I lived very close to one of the larger beer gardens, which I visited regularly during the summer, or whenever the weather was nice enough. There is nothing more beautiful than the Munich beer gardens, nowhere else in the world can you enjoy your time off slacking so nicely with wheat beer and pretzels. Back then I hadn’t even reached the thirty and was in pretty good shape.

To keep it that way I went several times a week swimming, very early in the mornings before work, and also visited the gym almost as often in the evenings, so I practiced sports twice a day for more than an hour up to six times a week. After a couple of years it really had paid off, I was pretty good trained, reasonably muscular and anything but ugly, which was confirmed by compliments I sometimes received from colleges, even by the other gender.

There was, however, something about the subject of my appearance that I had my problems with. And that was fashion. Ripped jeans and T-shirts were my absolute favorite garments. During the winter I was forced to wear as many jackets as I needed to be warm, to make up for the thin t-shirt, but I just couldn’t bring myself to wear anything else. To be precise, I did not have any problems with it myself, but rather the people in my milieu, like family and colleagues. They kept telling me, to wear something nice for a change, and not keep running around like a construction worker.

However, whatever the reason, the result was, I was not able to find a woman for a relationship, maybe because of the clothing tick, even though I was definitely interested in something lasting, what the other gender also usually prefers. One night stands were nothing, that could interest me. Probably because love was a necessity for me if I wanted to have sex, I never could bring myself to sleep with some girl without it. I was hardly ever approached by women, what was not really surprising in Germany at those times before the millennium, this was still regarded to be a mans job, and I myself did not dare to speak to a nice girl myself. To say I was shy would have been quite an understatement.

And if, for some reason, which was completely beyond my control, as you already might imagine by now, I had the opportunity to speak to a nice and pretty girl, then my speech center was so reliable and utterly screwed, that I actually got nothing but nonsense out of my mouth. I needed my time to relax with a foreigner. What made it even harder for me to meet a decent girl was, that I worked in an IT company, where the workforce was mostly male, developers and system engineers like myself.

The result was, that I was for quite a long and lonely time single, actually several years. At some point I had not just a few thoughts about what might be wrong with me, but of course that was rather counterproductive and without any decent results.

However, all these thoughts came to a spontaneous end, when I met Jasmin. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen before. She had long, straight blond hair, was nearly ten inches taller than me, and really slim. The picture was completed by relatively small breasts, which, in my opinion, were always presented more than just nice with her quite seductive tops, and awfully long legs.

Her pantyhose, which she wore almost every day, even below long pants, did it also for me, and on top of that was she usually seen during summertime in miniskirts. Both kind of clothes presented her endlessly long, slim and muscular legs really well. I especially liked it when the sun caught the rainbow glittering in her pantyhose, and her muscles intensified the play of light, making her an absolute dazzling sight.

Besides, she rarely wore high-heeled shoes, except that first time when we met, which was fine with me, since I was a lot shorter than she. This did disturb me a lot less than the people around me, but I ignored the remarks. But I guess I am a bit ahead of me and my story, this happens to me a lot, when it comes to Jasmin. I’m afraid, I’m starting to swoon pretty fast, so let me rewind a bit.

Maybe I should first talk about how we met the first time. Well, to be completely honest, she met me. I was visiting Kunstpark Ost in the evening, alone as usually, and spent most of the time craving after all those women in sexy clothes, that you can find there in redundancy. If you feel completely alone under so many people, and you are not lucky enough to meet someone you know, or meet someone new, it can happen that you sink into a light depression.

That’s exactly what happened to me that evening, again, so I drank a few more beers, than would have been good for me. The rest of the night usually would contain the same patterns. I would feel, that I had been hanging around in the dance halls long enough without finding somebody nice to talk to, as I had done so many times before. So I would decide to treat myself at least with something nice for the eye and finalize the evening with getting one or two very expensive beers in the striptease bar, which could also be found in the park.

Unfortunately, this night I already had drunk too much even for that and was already too depressed to enjoy the show of the dancers. So instead of doing the only right thing to save this night and imagining myself seducing one of the dancers, taking her to my absolutely tiny apartment, which spartan interior wouldn’t bother the dancer in the least, because she danced there for fun and otherwise was completely undemanding, I stared sad and unhappy into my beer and wondered what could be wrong with myself. Apart from the fact that, as already mentioned, I was simply too shy and had a bad taste for clothing.

At that moment, something completely unexpected happened, something that had never happened to me before, and it did throw me completely off track. A tall and slender blonde in a tight and short red stretch dress sat directly next to me. She was not the only girl here, but one of the very few in the boite, which usually attracted men like me, who were alone and no longer sober, cheering too loud to the dancers.

She looked absolutely stunning and could easily keep up with the really pretty dancers on the bars. I thought feverishly about what I could say, then remembered that I was already too drunk, and would leave anyhow a bad impression, if anything. The situation was completely hopeless for me, so I kept my mouth shut.

I nearly spilled my beer glass over her with nervousness, but she quickly caught it at the last moment before I did empty it all over the table. My jaw dropped in astonishment and I must have looked pretty stupid. As usual. She just laughed loudly and confidently, ignoring both my awkwardness and my stupid expression, and smiled at me, which made me exhale a sigh of relief.

I looked around in disbelief, but there was nobody else at my table over even close, and there were still enough free seatplaces around us. Then she made everything worse for me, because she spoke to me. She had a very dark and smoky voice, that I found so incredibly sexy, that this gave my poor speech center the final disposal.

„What does a man do for fun in a strip club bar, who needs an hour for two beers and barely glances at the dancers?“

I could not speak, as always. I stared at my beer instead, then the woman again, and then again my beer. She looked at me, sighed in disappointment and got up, probably to leave.

But suddenly, for some reason I could not explain at all, at this precise moment I knew exactly, if I messed this up here and now, and I was good on the way to do just that, then I had forfeited *the* opportunity of my life. So I pulled myself together and gently grabbed her arm as she was about to pass by me.

„Please do not go. I ... “

I could not bring out more, the rest of my sentence went wherever my ability to speak goes during those times.

Next thing it must have happened that I had all the luck, which I surely missed in all those weekends before, focused in one single moment, because she did not need more than that and stopped.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned to me and gave me a smile, one of the kind, that blurred the rest of the world around her face. I did not see anything else, except her beautiful blue eyes and that gorgeous mouth, that just smiled at me. I shook my head and tried to clear my mind, but my dizziness did not come from alcohol at the moment.

She didn’t pull my hand away from her arm, so I didn’t let her go, in lieu thereof she came closer to me and suddenly stood right in front of me. She put a hand on my thigh, her pretty head a little on the side and looked at me, really strange, if you ask me, maybe confused? Her hand burned like fire on my leg and immediately immersed me in blazing flames. Usually people don’t touch me, at least not, before I know them a while longer, but she crossed that line without hesitating, as if it was the most normal thing of the world.

And it was.

Her legs, which were suddenly very, very close to me, just looked stunning, of course because she did wear one of those sparkling pantyhose, that turns me always on, I already had a very hard time to resist myself from touching her indecently. Her beautiful red and tight dress left no questions about her great figure, she was super slim and had pretty exciting curves in just the right places.

I kept trying to save of the night and our meeting, whatever I could save, that’s why I honestly told her, when I was able to:

„I’m not sober tonight, I’m afraid. But I would like to see you again, when I’m a little more sober. Actually, I’m not like that. Honestly not, I usually do not stutter or anything. I can speak.”

She laughed softly, but she did not take her hand off my leg and came closer, until she was so close that I could feel her warm breath on my face.

„You know, I have to confess something to you. I was a bit bored tonight, so I watched you, after I met you again in my second boite on my usual tour here. You ran around aimlessly all the way, from one boite to the next, drinking too much of the expensive beer here at the Park, and finally you end up here. You look pretty good and have at least five different, even clearly sexual, invitations of quite passable looking girls ignored, only to find you at some point in this establishment. And here you also completely ignore the dancers and retreat to a corner, instead of behaving like all the other men here. I have already seen a lot, but this is new to me. I think, you are full of strange contradictions. I like contradictions.”

I stared at her in amazement.

„What invitations? I did not notice anything, and I’m looking for it, I would have it, actually, or something ... “

I fell silent, I probably wouldn’t even have noticed it, if someone had written it on a bat and hit me with it. That might explain all the things, that were wrong with me, I was not only shy, but apparently also completely blind to the typical female signals, which she apparently recognized easily. I looked down at her hand, which had not moved an inch from my leg. That was pretty much a signal, was it not? I took all the courage I could find within myself and put my hand gently on hers. She sighed softly, lowered her head down to me and leaned her forehead against mine, which felt very hot.

„I am tired and want to go home. Actually, I just wanted to leave when you entered this cheap boite here, but something pulled me behind you. By the way, my name is Jasmin. What is your name?”

„My name is Julian. I would like to bring you home, but I would like to get at least your phone number, may I call you when I’m sober again?”

She placed a hand on my cheek, but only touched it with her fingertips, but that was enough to make it glow immediately.

„When I noticed you here tonight, and I did watch you quite a while after that, the way you awkwardly move through the people here, it all touched something deep inside me, this touched a string deep inside of me at a place, which I already thought to be completely dead since long ago, Julian. I have a rather strange feeling about you, I can not explain it, but it is there. But it’s a good strange, you know.”

I said nothing, since I was again out of order, so she thought for a moment, then she said:

„Come on, let’s go, and try not to fall over yourself.“

I smiled at her and finished my beer, although I was already drunk enough. I could use every ounce of courage I could get, no matter where, and the alcohol was easy available. I stood up and discovered to my surprise, that she towered over me at least half a head. At the same time this sight did excite me a lot, and also I found that her, for a woman very unusual, body length matched really well to her. She turned her hand around and crossed her fingers into mine. The physical contact with my leg and my hand had not been interrupted until then, which I thought of as a good sign.

She snickered, as I promptly stuck my foot to the table, mumbling something about the injustice of the world, that made her way more sober than me, otherwise it would all have been easier for poor me. She herself had no problem at all finding her way, even though she wore heals, she walked a bit like a dancer or somebody, who is used to run through the woods, off road.

We left the bar, and she led me through the night on foot, it was cloudy and therefore quite dark, but it did not rain and because of that at least more or less reasonably warm. We talked about our jobs, she worked as a medical assistant in a practice, about our musical preferences, about the universe and all the rest.

Luckily I had rediscovered my speech center at some state, because talking with her I felt more alive than ever before in my life. She did not let go of my hand during our long walk, not a single moment, occasionally squeezing quite hard, just as if somehow she had to assure herself, that she really did hold a hand, that this all was real.

It took us almost two hours to get to her apartment, and although I was completely drunk, I still noticed that we did not take the shortest route, by far, even though she had to walk it all with her heels. When we finally arrived in front of her house, it was a typical Munich apartment building with many smaller and larger apartments in it, but not too old and properly renovated, she took my hands in hers and looked incredibly intense at me.

„Julian, I don’t want to spend the rest of the night without you.“

I started to say something, but she put her finger over my mouth. I kissed her finger and closed my eyes for a tiny moment. Her touch on my lips felt so incredibly good to me.

„But there is a condition. I want you to promise me something by everything that is sacred to you.”

I looked wide-eyed at her.

„Look, I have the feeling, that we’ve discovered something very special between us, something as rare and unique as a diamond. I’ve really never, never felt in a person even close to what I feel with you tonight. And that’s just because I just went on a walk with you for a while. I’m pretty confused, but I think we’ll miss something very precious, if we part now and here and just wish ourselves a good night. And besides that, I simply don’t want to part.”

I nodded softly and approvingly towards her. I was more than happy, that she obviously felt the same thing like me.

„But I’m scared too. I want you to promise me you’ll never, and I really mean never, have intercourse with me.”

I took a deep breath, that was a pretty tough announcement for the first date, I thought.

„Ough, I think that came out wrong. What I mean, is that you’re not allowed to, unless, of course, I begin with it, or release you from your promise beforehand. At some point, I’m sure that I will be ready for that, but you have to leave this entirely to me. This also means that you must not touch me anywhere, if I have not touched you at the same place before. Promise me this, by all that is holy to you, or go home right now.”

I stared into her eyes and realized, how dead serious she was, this meant a lot to her. But I also saw something else in her eyes, it was despair and a yearning plea, that I had never seen before with anybody else. Her eyes were so incredibly intense and hit me right in my heart. I was clearly too drunk to really understand the story between us, but I understood her look and first and foremost the intensity in it.

I still do not know why the meaning of her gaze was so clear to me at that moment, or where the feeling back in the boite came from, that I had, when she touched me, but I knew for sure, that this was the opportunity of my life, if only I dared to grab it and hold it tight. I had no clue, what her problem was, maybe it was the fear to be raped or something like that, but I always did hate violence, and for me a no from a woman is holy.

So I did the only thing, I could think of in that dark, meanwhile also cold night, to make sure she did understand that part of myself. I dropped to my knee right before her. She looked at me confused and wanted to pull me up again, but I raised my hand and showed her my open palm, which made her pause.

„Let me do this, Jasmin, please. I have to do this in my own way.”

I closed my eyes and tried to get rid of the alcohol as best I could, which of course didn’t work at all. I also tried to get rid of the thought, that usually men do this in these times only, when they propose.

„My dear Jasmin, I, Julian, swear hereby by everything that is important to me, even beyond tonight, that I will fulfill your wish not to touch you, as long as you want me to, until you release me from it. And if I can not remember anything about this night tomorrow, then you will have to help me with it.”

Her reaction was as startling as it was intense. At first a tear ran down her cheek and then, during the second part of my speech, she started to grin and couldn’t not suppress a chuckle. She pulled me up and wrapped me tightly in a tender embrace. I hugged her as well and secretly asked myself, what exactly I just had agreed to do. She took my hand again and laughingly pulled me to her front door.

„Come, come!

---ENDE DER LESEPROBE---