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One thing nobody can take away from us... or why sex makes us want to live! Times are extraordinary! Every day we hear new bad news, no travel, no events, vacations are supposed to be shortened... but our longings grow with every day that we are isolated because of the Corona Pandemic. How good that we can dream about it! Dreams don't cost anything, in my dreams I don't have to do anything and can do anything, in these seconds I'm neither active, nor productive, nor effective; fall completely out of space and time and in our daydreams all our longings are fulfilled. In our imagination we can safely go to parties, sit by the sea, do extreme sports as a chair fart, find the unattainable dream man, even have the most extraordinary sex without consequences...you very personal 'erotic cinema in the head' He who has more dreams in his soul than reality can destroy is really rich. (Hans Kruppa) Sex fantasies are mostly desires that don't have to be realized. They can be completely absurd and unworldly and do not have to live from the intention of acting, but they are the key to really good, hot sex. It is not for nothing that the brain is also referred to as the most important human sexual organ, because it is the control center for every good orgasm . If it is addressed by our 5 senses (sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste), then it ensures good blood circulation in our sexual organs. This creates sexual tension. The tension is discharged through another process in the brain, which resembles neural fireworks and is accompanied by involuntary, rhythmic muscle contractions. Just at the moment of orgasm, this control center releases an extra dose of dopamine. This is a neurotransmitter that gives us a pleasant feeling of reward. At the same time, a large dose of oxytocin is released on command from the brain. This in turn is a messenger substance that awakens the desire to cuddle and strengthens the bond with the partner. During sex, our glands mix a cocktail of other substances that make you want to live, albeit in small amounts. These include the happiness hormone serotonin and the stimulating neurotransmitters adrenaline and noradrenaline. The sex hormone testosterone increases performance in men and women, while estrogen in women ensures that the antennae of their senses become even more receptive. The satiety hormone prolactin helps us feel full of happiness after sex. And finally, the unspeakable phenylethylamine makes the good mood in bed perfect. In short: the more you indulge in the power of all your senses, the more pleasurable sex is and the more you do for your well-being. My next book Summer Dreams should pick you up right there! Tickle your senses, escape the confines of your life, take your over-the-counter self-medication for recovery from everyday difficulties to instant physical relaxation and mental relief!Let me take you into a world of sexual fantasies with a book designed to make you dream too ... Let's dream life beautifully and enjoy the erotic short vacation, then life will be fun again!
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© 2023 Mia Amore
ISBN Softcover: 978-3-347-95423-6
ISBN E-Book: 978-3-347-95424-3
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For all my frustrated readers who are not able to go on a trip. Just dream away, your thoughts are free and there are no limits to your imagination!
Stay healthy!
Yours, Mia Amore
Summerdreams
Erotic love cocktail by the sea
Mia Amore
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Summerdreams *Holiday reading, erotic novel*
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I stood bored at the window… the sun was shining and it was warm… it was as if the sun wanted to brighten the mood in my small apartment and comfort me with its warmth. It only reinforces the desire to go out, meet friends, go to concerts… to get active!
Instead, I'm working overtime in the intensive care unit and have just found out that my hard-earned and long-awaited vacation for this year has probably burst. I could really use this one right now.
The description at the travel agency really invited to book:
Luxury for the senses! Do you want THE perfect holiday that will really bring you into ecstasy and simply remain unforgettable? You would like to have everything in one: dreamy beach, sun around the clock, excellent service, high-quality food, stylish rooms and impressive wellness and spa moments!
I saw myself in this intimate little beach hotel with its stylishly furnished dune rooms and beach rooms where the boundaries between beach and room melted away, sitting comfortably at breakfast to enjoy the soothing and pure beauty. With the soft splashing of the waves of the turquoise blue sea as they roll onto the shore.
Later I wanted to explore the Caribbean-style beaches with crystal clear water and secluded bathing bays, the sunny sandy beaches of incomparable beauty embedded in a rocky landscape with little public traffic or discover the legendary, mythical places.
The legendary little island with an unpronounceable name rises high out of the sea, where dangerous currents prevail and numerous underwater reefs lurk, but whose colorful underwater world is said to be a paradise for divers. I almost felt like I was gliding through the water with the colorfully shimmering fish on you and you and went on an exploratory trip along the rocks.
But there are also many legends and myths about the enchanted island, which some claim is the home of the sirens, who killed numerous sailors in Greek mythology. Others suspect a landmark for UFOs behind the island's distinctive heart shape.
Damn, I feel so drained and drained, my muscles and joints groan with every movement and my soul is crying out for love and passion.
I'm constantly drifting off and dreaming of sensual adventures, mostly of an erotic nature.
One night I woke up drenched in sweat. I had a dream about this man who bewitched my senses and whose face I had never seen. I thought back to the white sand and the flair that had surrounded us while we were having sex. Since my canceled holiday, these daydreams have not left me and I longed to repeat the adventure on the beach and indulge in the strange man's arts of seduction. But I couldn't control these dreams and so they mostly came when I didn't have the time to enjoy them.
When I spoke to my best friend Nancy about this dream, she smiled seductively and said I should just meditate and arrange a casual date with no subsequent commitments. But somehow that sounded like esoteric humbug and so I pushed the thought far away from me and shook my head.
But since that one night, my desire for love, lust and passion has become more and more violent, like an invisible bond that pulls me incessantly.
How can I explain it, because I just assumed that I would get over the dream and come to terms with my fate, accept my lot in life. The fact that this didn't seem to be happening left me completely perplexed. I was present at most meals, did my tedious chores at work and around the house, and diligently helped with the weekly scrubbing of the ward. And yet I was never quite there; At every moment of rest I stared blankly and numbly ahead of me, full of longing for the eternally restless sea.
I can only describe this urge for sexual fantasies and desires as follows: I have a gnawing ache that won't let go. I can compare it to a person who smokes and needs that cigarette right now, or to a person who is overweight and just can't turn down that last slice of chocolate mousse cake. Sexual desire is the strongest emotion a human being has and I didn't want to give up on my fantasies. The thought of it became an obsession. It is completely impossible for me to give up this wish!!!
So, I searched the internet until I found a realistic sound of the sea on You-tube, sat quietly, let myself drift and watched the waves. I watched as they rolled in, emerged in crowns of white foam, and flung themselves onto the lagoon's pebble beach. The waves broke on the beach in a constant coming and going.
And after getting your point across, silently coast down again. Seagulls cried softly in the wind and I sat and watched them in an endless progression without ever getting tired of it. I watched her for a long time before my reality sank into nowhere. No thoughts of my home here, with its usual noise and stress, entered my mind. I was by the palm trees at the entrance to the lagoon. At some point I was really there!
I looked out to sea as if I was really becoming a part of the scene. It was like I could taste the salty sea air and that just one step away and I could dip my toes in the water. I could literally feel the quiet crunch of the sand under my feet and when I closed my eyes I saw the bright blue sky with birds flying in the sky far away.
I was at the beach to catch some afternoon rays. I walked to the end of the main village beach andfound a cove to swim and tan nude. There were a few nudists like me already scattered around the bay. I enjoyed a nice quiet afternoon of sea, sun and sand.
Pictured myself wading to where the little breakers washed over my knees, staring intently at the dolphins frolicking where the water turned deep and green.
When it got dark, I left the beach and went to my room to wash the sand off me. After the shower, I stood naked in front of the mirror in full length. I stopped and admired the view, both behind and in front, as I was reflected in the mirror. My eyes met mine in the mirror
I was proud of my youthful figure, tight ass, wellrounded curves and firm, large breasts. Almost tenderly arousing, I slowly stroked my body provocatively. How I wish that the man from my dreams would be here now and would seduce my aroused body with every trick in the book. With a deep sigh, I turned away from the mirror and sat on the balcony in the dark.
I looked up at the starry sky, took a quick look at the pregnant, yellow disc that hung low over the gently undulating horizon that night and enjoyed the warm night air on my naked body.
Above the lagoon's pale white ribbon of beach sand, the village church bell rang the midnighthour. The sound resonated peacefully over the water and I registered it only faintly with my abstracted senses. It merged seamlessly with the steady rhythm of the waves beating, in perfect harmony with the hissing accompaniment of the surf.
Seemingly out of nowhere, a large gray storm cloud drifted across the clear, star-studded sky and began to eclipse the moon. There was a muffled thunder, but that too was lost in the overarching melody. However, the golden streak of moonlight never completely faded on the sea…
I was beginning to feel the tiredness of a long day in every cell of my body. When I got tired enough, I retired to my bed and fell into a deep sleep.
So, my trance ended and I silently returned to reality. Comfortably relaxed, happy to have made it and a little nostalgic because he wasn't there.
I want him. i want him so bad He's absolutely gorgeous. From the moment I first saw him in my dream, I've longed for him. I imagine what his kiss would feel like, the feeling when his hand cups my chin, he lowers his face to mine and presses his lips to my mouth.
Imagine how his tongue would feel as he gently parted my lips and coaxed mine with lazy, swirling, and gliding motions. I dreamed of his hands pressing me against him first at the waist and then up to my hips before he cupped my bottom as he pushed his growing erection against my groin. The sweet, delicious pleasure of his fingers opening my skirt and loosening it down my legs before returning to my panties and sneaking under my waistband.
I've sat in countless little puddles as a constant soggy drizzle wetness seeped into my panties at the thought of him licking and sucking my nipples, nibbling and biting them and flicking them into hard, pink peaks while his fingers traced slipped down. down in my underwear and the quivering knot of my clit. In the fantasy, he slowly and agonizingly winds around him before venturing further. A finger slips down my folds before teasing my pearl between the wet, pink lips of my pussy. By the time he finally removed my panties and laid me back on the bed, my cunt had become such a bubbling volcano of hot wet distress that his thick cock slid into me with a deliciously obscene slurp.
Oh heaven! The pure, throbbing pleasure I get from imagining him above me, his beautiful face flushed and contorted with desire, his eyes full of lust. It is like a hunger, an all-consuming need to devour and be devoured by him. It keeps me up at night and distracts me from my work during the day. The deep longing in the pit of my stomach is like the nagging hunger you get in the first few weeks of starting a new diet; a consuming emptiness of hunger that makes you salivate at the mere thought. It's a pity for me that it's a hunger that I can never really satisfy.
It's awkward, you know, and I wouldn't have to admit it, especially since I come across as more of a crazy erotic fanatic or a silly young girl. I would hate anyone who thought I was a stalker or a deluded fantasist (although I have to admit that I'm certainly the latter). I know what triggered this starved longing in me, but not why him in particular. All I know is that it occupies every waking moment, coloring the entire feverish expanse of my dreamscape.
There were scenes in the dream where he removed his shirt to reveal a toned, tanned torso; I swear that if I had the chance, I would have worn out the pause button on my dream remote by now.
I started dreaming about him almost immediately, hot dreams full of dirty sex and wild perversions - his cock in my mouth, in my cunt, in my ass, his balls slapping my chin as he stretched his length to my neck sunk into me. His fingers, tongue and rockhard big cock filled all my holes. My subconscious created everything out of nothing.
I regularly woke up with soaking wet panties and a damp stain on the sheets. A staccato between my thighs confirmed that I wasn't only having a real orgasm in the dream world. It wasn't long before I was masturbating while imagining his face, imagining his voice, or even his cock.
I really can turn a masturbation session into a night out. I know how to seduce, believe me. A glass of wine, some romantic music on the stereo, maybe even a long soak in a bubble bath with a good erotic story if I'm planning some kind of "special event" and I get so wet I can't wait with my hand to irritate my erotic spots.
I spend a lot of time reading to build up the pleasure of lightly stroking my skin, giving goosebumps all over my body and tingling my areolas. In my mind, my fingers become his and I hear him murmuring in my ear, "Hmmm, perfect. you are so beautiful baby "
My/his fingered hands then move up to grasp my breasts, kneading them gently, fingertips gently stroking the taut and tingling nipples, making lazy circles around their peaks before rolling them between thumb and forefinger. At the latest now I close my eyes and I am completely with myself and my desire.
While one nipple is then rubbed and pinched with one hand, the other slides over my body towards my Venus grotto. A finger, slow and sinuous, parts my folds and brushes against my clitoris; whereby the pleasant pain of desire roars in my lower abdomen, throbbing and a slow stream of liquid excitement trickles between my labia. Placed a finger each to the right and left of the love bead and in gentle circles, in a hypnotic rhythm, not too strong, not yet, just fueling my hunger with that wafer-thin touch. I can feel my clit swelling with each swing, each pressure of his hand on my nipple increasing the pleasure exponentially.
As my hips begin to rock, his hand moves lower and he teases my opening with languid dexterity, stroking his finger with the liquid that now seems like a stream between moist lips.
"Mhhhhhm," I moan. "Yes."
Feeling how wet and ready I am, he slides his finger inside me, making steady in and out motions. With each pass, it brushes against my inner walls, spilling my own lustrous liquid into the depths of my desperate and starved grotto. With every movement of his fingers in my pussy, his palm rubs against my clit and my juices coat his hand.
It is bliss to lay there and imagine him fingering me. I know it's my hand between my legs, my fingers tapping and poking at my g-spot. Of course, I do. But it's the thought that he's the inspiration I need to get excited. The image of him staring at me hungrily, feeling the warm silk of my pussy and enjoying the sight of me writhing on the bed as he plunged his fingers deep into my cunt. This is the breeding ground I long for.
