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- Herausgeber: neobooks
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Serie: Patricia's voluptuousness
- Sprache: Deutsch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
His lips sought her mouth, locking it, hot and intimate. Tenderly he caressed her face, letting his hand wander over her shoulders, sliding down to her waist. It was just beautiful, just watching the couple. I had to think of Julian, how I snuggled in his strong arms, he kissed me fiery. Am I crazy? The son of a bitch looks over to me, winks at me! Again I had Julian in front of my eyes, the self-proclaimed womanizer. When I was here with him in the bath on the lawn so tenderly together. Did he also flirt with other women when he was with me? Anger rose up in me, abruptly I turned around. Elly looked over at me in amazement. "Which louse got into your head?" "Oh, that shithead over there is making out with his chick and hitting on me at the same time". "So what," Elly shrugged indifferently. "Men." She jumped up- "Come into the water with me." Invitingly, she reached out her hand, pulling me up. "It's much too beautiful here at the lake to be annoyed by such a, - a, - masculine primate". She was right, I ran along. The lake was really wonderful, in general the day was wonderful. Not too hot yet, and yet already pleasant water temperatures. We swam out quickly, fooling around, splashing each other with water, diving each other. Elly was my cousin, at the same time friend and frequent companion, if I did not want to go somewhere alone. Actually, we were quite opposite, but maybe that's why we got along so well. Elly was quite unathletic, a bit chubby and was largely left alone by the opposite sex. She summed it up once bone-dry at a party after a few beers. "I am the typical Promillebraut, they must drink themselves first once beautifully"! So crass it was not, but a grain of truth was at each rumor. I already stood out to Elly, we were very aware of that, but we didn't care. I played tennis, went horseback riding, was always on the move, never really came to rest.
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Foreword
Dear readers
Thank you for purchasing my book.
My name is Tricia Williams. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1982. I have been writing stories of all kinds since I was a child. The older I got, the more I was drawn to erotic literature.
Yours Tricia
An erotic compliment
His lips sought her mouth, locking it, hot and intimate. Tenderly he caressed her face, letting his hand wander over her shoulders, sliding down to her waist. It was just beautiful, just watching the couple. I had to think of Julian, how I snuggled in his strong arms, he kissed me fiery. Am I crazy? The son of a bitch looks over to me, winks at me! Again I had Julian in front of my eyes, the self-proclaimed womanizer. When I was here with him in the bath on the lawn so tenderly together. Did he also flirt with other women when he was with me? Anger rose up in me, abruptly I turned around. Elly looked over at me in amazement. "Which louse got into your head?" "Oh, that shithead over there is making out with his chick and hitting on me at the same time". "So what," Elly shrugged indifferently. "Men."
She jumped up- "Come into the water with me." Invitingly, she reached out her hand, pulling me up. "It's much too beautiful here at the lake to be annoyed by such a, - a, - masculine primate". She was right, I ran along. The lake was really wonderful, in general the day was wonderful. Not too hot yet, and yet already pleasant water temperatures. We swam out quickly, fooling around, splashing each other with water, diving each other. Elly was my cousin, at the same time friend and frequent companion, if I did not want to go somewhere alone. Actually, we were quite opposite, but maybe that's why we got along so well.
Elly was quite unathletic, a bit chubby and was largely left alone by the opposite sex. She summed it up once bone-dry at a party after a few beers. "I am the typical Promillebraut, they must drink themselves first once beautifully"! So crass it was not, but a grain of truth was at each rumor. I already stood out to Elly, we were very aware of that, but we didn't care. I played tennis, went horseback riding, was always on the move, never really came to rest.
My uncle once called me a restless golden angel. That was meant really affectionately. And because he was always honest with me, I believed him. Because of my sport my body was firm, not muscular, simply well built. There were some superfluous pads on my hips, but that was probably my opinion alone. Mom had left me the blond wavy hair, my brother had gotten the black hair with the chive curls from Dad. As it is just so usual, we were both dissatisfied with the respective condition. I would have preferred straight black hair, my brother envied me my white-blond curls. I was also completely dissatisfied with my body. I felt so spindly, clumsy, I would have gladly swapped places with Elly.
When we left the lake after some time, I felt pleasantly cool. The couple next to me was no longer there, I lay down on my towel and let my body be caressed by the pleasantly warming rays of the sun. Elly was still chattering something to himself, while I slowly but surely fell asleep.
I glided over to that summer evening when I stayed overnight at Elly's house. It was summer, we were alone, and a rather violent thunderstorm was coming up. In Elly's room, so directly under the roof, all courage soon left us, especially since we were all alone in the house. Uncle Wolfgang and Aunt Helene were at a party and would not be back before midnight. They had left us a telephone number, but at twelve I had long ceased to feel like a toddler afraid of a thunderstorm. Elly was already thirteen and tried to exude confidence and courage with the wisdom of elders, but it pulverized with the next crashing thunderclap.
