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- Herausgeber: Ricardo Tronconi
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
Three imprudent explorers, venturing in a cave, become active players in a devious case of homicide. The case, conducted by Chief De Narwhal and his spouse Melody De L'Eel, is accurately reported in the journal of a young narrator, who emphasizes its contradictions: the cave, a most famous opening named “The Vulva” (due to its striking resemblance to the womanly pudental), is the scene of a heinous betrayal, which might possibly explain the reason behind the decease under investigation. In the course of the trial, in which many highly-qualified experts are implicated, first and foremost the philosopher Alan Brown (aka Galactic of the Galactics), a few legends regarding adultery and female betrayal are decisive, which will be crucial in guiding our narrator and his partner through the early phase of exploration in “The Vulva” and catapult him into a universe particularly out of reach, though “incredibly and blatantly rich”.
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Table of Contents
VENTURING IN “THE VULVA”
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
VENTURING IN “THE VULVA”
OR THE CURIOUS TALE OF THE MARSICAN WOLF (AND THE NEEDLE IN THE HAYSTACK)
Text translation by Alessia Bettini
CHAPTER 1
I was about seventeen, when the girl who shared the first sexual experience with me asked me to visit “The Vulva”, one of the most peculiar caves in the world, especially sought-after in the universe among speleologists. In those days Cunna was already an expert explorer of caves, boasting a noble, positive attraction for any form of practicable cranny: her father and aunt were members of the Speleologistic Association We Are All Gynecologists, founded many years earlier by her mother's father. As for the Association's questionable name, consistent rumor had it that her maternal grandmother (gynecologist and speleologist) had been the main inspiration, having led the paternal grandfather to the entrance of the mysterious cave, thereafter named “The Vulva” due to a an astonishing resemblance to the womanly pudental. The gynecologists, too, intrigued by the clamour stirred by the original discovery, had dashed to observe the bizarre stony configuration. Distinguishing the lips which opened upon the tiny cave's vestibule deep in the vegetation was such a surprise that the gynecological Association We Are All Speleologists was founded. This Association positioned itself in the centre of the ideological division between the objectors and non-objectors, enabling anyone (objector or not) to witness what they had never seen with their own eyes, without being told where to look (from which the Brotherhood of Free Will was born, also known as We Are All Free Judges Of Ourselves Without Anyone To Guide Us Along The Complex Course Of The TruthW.A.A.F.J.O.O.W.A.T.G.U.A.T.C.C.O.T.T.).
As far as my tender age was concerned, I had happened to find myself in the proximity of The Vulva in the past and to smell its warm and humid odour, but fear of the unknown had always kept me from poking my nose. Nevertheless, now the prospect of examining it together with my girl was a major stimulant in bringing the act to fruition. Overcoming my fears and setting aside the preconceptions crowding my mind would have been the much hoped for, and inevitable, result of my first experience in a cave.
On the day following my girl's kind invitation, we agreed to visit the cave. Cunna had told me that the time most favourable to do so would be the next day, since a fierce storm was approaching from the West and would pour heavy rainfall across the region. When rain is abundant, caves are especially dangerous and only those with more experience can get close without any damage. So, that day we arranged everything for the following morning, extremely excited for the adventure we were about to experience together (to be honest, Cunna was already familiar with the cranny and had walked down it several times, even with some female friends, but never with me or others). At that point we were unsuspecting that, on that very same day as we made our own arrangements, a few tourists had crossed the vagina's ostium threshold (as the gynecologists We Are All Speleologists referred to the cave's entrance) failing to take proper precautions, totally careless of any consequental risk in a similar venture...
