Reading sample:Somehow I fevered the whole week this afternoon. I received a very special gift from

Reading sample:Somehow I fevered the whole week this afternoon. I received a very special gift from my husband, of which I know that it cost him a lot of overcoming. But he had made his way through it, gave me a maddening pleasure, and I wanted to revenge myself very clearly. The idea of my reward came from him, but a few years ago, when we were over a long time, overloaded and unfulfilled erotic desires.It was a beautiful summer evening, we sat on our terrace, which had just been re-designed with wood, and enjoyed a summer splash with ice cubes.We have always had an open basis for talking about erotic fantasies, ideas and wishes, which I would never want to change or want to have different. An open communication is the cornerstone for the fulfillment of wishes. During the conversation, my husband suddenly said, “You know what, we write both three erotic fantasies we would like to experience, and then exchange the notes. Then everyone can decide for themselves whether he wants to fulfill the imagination of the other, or not. ”“ That sounds good, but what if the other does not want something? "I asked. "Then he just does not. Perhaps we’ll talk again about whether you can change the whole thing, perhaps, until it’s all right for the other. ”“ That sounds reasonable, "I said. Already I had pen and paper lying in front of me and it occurred to me despite exciting sex life so far not difficult to write down three short stories how and where I would imagine it very well and would also wish. In doing so, I decided on an easy-to-realize story, a more demanding one, and one that would surely present him with considerable conflicts. But I did this on purpose. I did not know at the time whether I would ever have realized this, but I just wrote it down. But I’ll come to another time in another story. Decisive for this evening was, however, one of the stories that my husband wrote to me. A story that was not easy to realize, but I really wanted to try this Friday.Finally Friday had come and I had not arranged any dates for this day, slept long, while my husband brought the children to school and then went early to the office. I had breakfast extensively with a friend in a nearby pastry shop and then made my way to the shopping center. I bought myself a nice skirt of satin, from the length just business-suitably with matching jacket, both in black. In addition, a purple satin blouse and a pretty fashion jewelry chain, just so long that the pendant dangled exactly between the neck of my breasts. Satisfied with my choice, I set out to get the right underneath. I quickly found myself amusing and excited I drove back home, thinking longingly of the hot bathtub I was about to use. Quickly I wrote to my sweetness another SMS, as much as I love him, returned as always the same confirmation back and had to smile, because that was always so, but it was still nice to read.As soon as I arrived home I pulled out and hopped into the bathtub, which I prepared with bathing oil and fragrance oil. Carefully I shaved my little girlfriend and felt an exciting tingling sensation between my legs when I thought about my plans, although the whole was not really my case. But it was supposed to be a reward for him, too, and probably it was the feeling of knowing how much it would arouse him, which made me nervous. I resisted the temptation to let my hand wander between my legs, got out of the tub and dried me off. Quickly I threw a scrutinizing look in the mirror and was satisfied with what I saw. In the bedroom I had already put on the clothes I had just bought, and began to dress slowly, almost solemnly. When I finished, I checked myself once more in the mirror and was surprised how awesome the outfit actually looked. I chose mid-heels because I did not want to notice too much and got into the car. The whole ride I was nervous about how he would react, looked forward to his greedy looks and everything that was to come after that, in the truest sense of the word.Arriving at the parking lot of his company, I checked my look again in the mirror and rose confidently out of the car. Immediately, I could feel the glances of men who were just in the parking lot and must admit that I enjoyed that. Together with three other people, I took the lift to the top floor, where the seminar rooms were housed. I’ve been to meetings with my sweethearts, and I knew there were three seminar rooms. All three with an incredible view through the glass façade on the roofs of Graz. My sweetie always held seminars on different topics for different groups of people. Today, I knew, it was a mixed group of people who wanted to acquire the computer driving license. Partial private individuals, partial persons sent by your company to the seminar. I would not notice any more in this group.I slipped into the hall, while my sweetheart was busy with his laptop, probably to start the presentation, and put me in the front row. As with such events, it was rather badly utilized. Because the seminar was very busy today, I found a place there. But I wanted to sit in the front row, which was planned. Next to me a pimply young man took a seat, somewhere in the beginning of 20, and on the other side an older lady, somewhere in the beginning of 50. My sweet one dimmed the light from his place without looking up and the welcome foil of the powerpoint presentation with the course name, his Names and a friendly greeting appeared on the big screen. He checked with a glance whether the picture was displayed correctly, and then looked in the auditorium, saying, "Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Pauli Nylone and I can visit her in the course of the course ECDL 1 in the name of Nylone Trainings GmbH. ”“ We will deal with these issues today, "he said,” he changed the slide with a click on his portable laser pointer.He gave the speech by heart. His professional eye went over the auditorium to assess it. “Finally we will do the first exercises today and the training will be around 8.30 pm …” His eyes were now curving over me, and I could see exactly how the view first passed me, two people suddenly stopped, and Back to me again. The sentence remained unfinished. He looked at me with wide eyes, and it was almost ghostly quiet in the room for a few seconds. Then he made the last word: “finish.” He cleared his throat. So the game had begun and I had the surprise, so I knew at least once. A bit confused, he began with his talk on computer names, explained the common hardware types and input devices, or the most common software programs and their usefulness for the user. His gaze flew back at me, and I smiled at him every time.About an hour and a half later we got the first break. Because I did not want to reveal my plans yet, I streamed into the foyer with everyone else. Like most of the others, I went further to the lookout platform, which was officially used as a smoking lounge. I knew he would not follow me, because that’s just not as a coach. But I could feel his eyes from the seminar room in my back. In order to annoy him a little, I flirted with a few male participants of the course who were obviously all a little irritated by my outfit. Shortly afterwards, we all streamed back into the training room and took our seats again. The light was dimmed and the second part of the lecture began. Again and again his eyes flitted to me and he was definitely more unconcentrated than usual, but still tried to keep the lecture as professional as possible. But I was going to make his life a little harder. In addition, the following was exactly described in his imagination, which he had then written down.Between his next glances I dropped my ballpoint pen, lifted it up quickly, and let my already short skirt slip slightly higher. When I crossed my legs then one could clearly see the top edge of my stockings on the side facing my sweetness…Full story in “Erotic short stories 01” -- source link

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