Hier ein paar Geschichten zu Paola. Im Folgenden schreibe ich aus der "Ich" Perspektive auch wenn die Geschichten nicht wirklich passiert sind. VG bedeutet, dass es eine (kurze!) Vorgeschichte gibt, bevor das eigentliche Thema beginnt. Erstmal Allgemeines: Mein Name ist Paola. Ich bin 19 Jahre alt und wohne in einem kleinen Dorf direkt am Waldrand....
There are no explicit descriptions of sex in this story. The computer devices and technology described are purely a product of my imagination. Although, to paraphrase what someone once said . . . . . "Yesterday's science fiction is today's reality". So who can really say that they don't already exist . . . somewhere. 'The Agency' is fictional but perhaps i...
It was a lovely midsummers day in Berlin. My wife and kids were away in Dresden for the week, visiting the grandparents and I had decided to visit a nude beach for the first time at the age of 45. Having grown up in the UK, it was a bit of a culture shock when we first moved here to witness the nonchalance with which East Germans get naked in public. Apparen...
Disclaimer and copyright Of course all the standard limitations for the younger apply here as everywhere with adult content. Every spreading of this text in total or part is prohibited without explicitly given allowance by me and only me. The following text is part of a longer novel. It is just a starter for to see the echo. It is written in german langua...
Ich bin Lisa eine bildschöne junge Frau von 27 Jahren und hatte mit meinen 172 Zentimetern und meiner schlanken, hochgewachsenen Statur eine wahre Modellfigur. Wer immer mich ansah, war von mir begeistert. Denn ich hatte neben meiner beeindruckenden, sehr weiblich Formen lange, hellblonde Haare und die unvermeidlichen tiefblauen Augen in einem absolut ebenmä...
I was leaving Salzburg amidst one of the worst hangovers I have encountered. I remember laying down on my bed. I didn't remember it in the morning. My resuscitation was immediate and startling. My eyes slammed open and I became immediately conscious. My physical condition was my first observation. My throat was as dry and raspy as sandpaper. Filmy crud choke...
3. Ground I had almost three hours to lay over before my short flight to Bitburg, long enough to leave the airport, take the S-bahn with Greta to her apartment in the city center, and wait in the downstairs lobby while she changed clothes and packed two bags for the week we were about to spend together. Another S-bahn ride had us back to the airport with ti...
This story is the ninth in a series. Hopefully, it can be read pleasurably as a stand-alone work. The previous installments give some context. This installment starts slowly but, hopefully, gets warm towards the end. ***** Not long after Claire and Rick's bottomless party, Mala got another call from Claire. Mala called Sarah, Carla, and me into a conferenc...
0. Einleitung Es war Sonntagabend und er war früh genug heimgekehrt, um noch ausschlafen zu können. Herbert Meyer öffnete die Tür zu seinem respektablen Apartment und entledigte sich vergnügt pfeifend seiner Jacke. Er betrachtete sich zufrieden im Spiegel. Er sah zwar die ersten deutlichen Anzeigen von ergrauenden Schläfen in seinen dunkelbraunen Haaren und...
Helle Blitze reißen Andreas aus seinen tiefen Schlaf. In seinen Zimmer schießen aus alle Ecken blaue Blitze. Panisch duckt er sich, aber als in dennoch einige Blitze berühren, merkt er das diese keine Schmerzen verursachen. Als er sich wieder gefasst hat rennt er nur in Boxershorts gekleidet aus seinen Zimmer um nach den Rest seiner Familie zu schauen. Andre...