Der Regen prasselt leise gegen das Fenster, dunkle Wolken bedecken den Himmel. Alles in allem passt das Wetter zu diesem trostlosen Sonntag. „Noch eine Tasse Kaffee, Marc?“ reißt mich die hohe Stimme von Marion, Nicoles Mutter, aus meinen Gedanken. „Hm? Ach ja, ein Tasse nehme ich noch“ erwidere ich und reiche ihr meine Tasse, damit sie nach schütten kann...
Es ist ein schrecklich langweiliger Freitag Nachmittag. Meine Name ist Bernd, ich bin 20 Jahre alt und stehe kurz vor dem Abitur. Eigentlich sollte ich lernen, aber wir haben gerade gestern zwei Klausuren gehabt und ich könne mir einen Tag Pause. Meinen Freunden Fred, Peter, Clara und Sophie geht es da ähnlich. Fred und Peter sind ähnlich gebaut wie ich. Pet...
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....
Truth was floating. Or at least, that was how it seemed. Verité hung suspended in the air, the silk wrapped sensuously about the cradle of her thighs, tugging upwards with the familiar strain against her armpits. She shifted suddenly, for one perilous moment hovering only by the strong grip of her thighs, trusting to the tenacity of the cloth, until she h...
That night, the warden's voice came over the speakers as soft music played in the background. He read a poem from Longfellow and then began a murmuring conversation with some female inmate. Drinks were poured and she undressed, shortly after, there came sounds of sexual pleasure and groping and then the passionate grunts of intercourse. Sarah was on her ba...
The Sculptor... "A fortnight later, the weather had warmed further and much had been resolved. The book had been through its final edit and we were pleased with it. A few months would now pass before we received the proof copies. The negotiations with Claire and her husband had gone well. They were a delightful couple, he was an educated man with a bright f...
As she opened the door to let the cat out for the night the door was taken out of her hand, opening fully to reveal him standing there. He smiled at her as the cat darted past him and, as she backed away from the door, he moved up the stairs and into the house, turning to lock the door behind himself. Her heart was hammering in her breast as she backed into...
Very often I have been asked by my dear readers (thank you) for translations of my german stories (which are the much longer ones, as it is my native language). It´s a real pity that my english is not good enough to do that, and it would also be to time consuming (I prefer to write new stories, as this is much nicer…). Anyway thanks for your interest. As a l...
Le pale del uh-60 blackhawk su cui ero a bordo fendevano l'aria provocando un leggero sibilo che mi entrava costantemente nelle orecchie, eravamo partiti dalla base Nato Diyarbakir un ora prima del nostro arrivo e per tutto il viaggio rimasi concentrata sull'importanza di quella operazione, cercando di cacciare via ogni mio pensiero e problema personale. L'a...
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...