Resultados narrador por "Christina May" en Todas las categorias

"... the sight of him was making me feel confused and dizzy. Heeding a sudden impulse, I pulled my dress over my head and threw it to the floor. My knickers were wet with sweat and desire. I pushed them down so that they ended up in a crumbled heap next to the dress. The window glass was chilly against my naked breasts, and the tension was mounting in the core of my body. All my thoughts were swirling around this young man’s body, his experienced movements and powerful muscles." This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

Vor Maotou steigt der Wasserspiegel und es tauchen gigantische Wellen auf. Maevas Restaurant steht schon halb unter Wasser. Yann und Onkel Patrick suchen nach einem wissenschaftlichen Grund.

Timeti, Yann und Auru wollen auf einer unbewohnten Insel picknicken, da taucht Clarissa auf und will mitkommen. Sie fährt mit Auru im Einbaum, Yann und Timeti nehmen Clarissas Jetski. Auru und Clarissa geraten in einen Sturm und stranden auf einer vermeintlich einsamen Insel. Auru findet bald heraus, dass sie eigentlich auf Maotou gelandet sind.

Maeva hat eine Überraschung für ihre Tochter Timeti. Sie hat sie in der berühmten Kochschule „Paul Bifuse" angemeldet. Allerdings muss Timeti dafür fort von der Insel und aufs Festland. Durch ein Missverständnis denkt Yann, dass Timeti zu ihrem neuen Freund Paul aufs Festland geht.

Delfin Igor taucht überraschend wieder bei der Insel Maotou auf. Auru ist glücklich, dass sein Freund zurück ist, aber auch besorgt, weil Igor wieder einen Peilsender trägt. Kurz darauf stranden Zoom und andere Delfine in einer Bucht Maotous.

Zoom, der weiße Delfin, sein Freund Yann und all die anderen Inselbewohner Maotous sind zurück. Yanns Freundin Timeti hat sich seit Neuestem in den Kopf gesetzt, Schamanin zu werden. Dazu geht sie bei dem Schamanen Ramana in die Lehre. Bei einem heimlichen Versuch, ein Ritual durchzuführen, zerbricht Timeti versehentlich das Zepter und klebt es notdürftig wieder zusammen.

The daughter of a convicted mother, Moll Flanders - a tough and self-assertive young woman - must learn early on how to look out for herself. When her husband dies, she sets out to attract another. And then another, and then another, and then another ... In a time when women served little purpose in society, Moll manages to find a way to combat every obstacle life throws at her. Whether that means working as a prostitute or a pickpocket, having sex with certain men or accidentally marrying her brother.

Lisa has had enough of her life in the country town Skive and applies for a job as a showgirl in a nightclub in Copenhagen. The job interview goes well, and full of dreams and expectations she sets out to explore the city. She plans on taking an evening train home to Jutland, but she doesn’t make it that far, because before she knows it, she is offered everything her heart could ever desire.

"The ice cream is the final dish. He arranged the dessert beautifully on the plate, but instead of complimenting him, I let my index finger slide into the ice cream. I turn towards him and look into his eyes, and bring my finger to my mouth. I open it slightly and observe how his gaze follows the ice cream. I wrap my lips around my finger and suck it loudly." Every night after work Anne comes home to an empty apartment, but that’s where she feels the most alive. She watches the movements of a young sexy chef in her favorite reality show.

The house is silent. Jacob and I are the only two who sleep in the main building. I haven't slept in the same bed with Joel for years, because he snores. At least that's what we tell one another. I've always been a sensual person. This summer, in particular, I've been aching for touches and intimacy. There's something about Jacob. Joel's younger brother. Something firm and exciting. A spark that has not yet dwindled. A danger he has not yet learnt to respect. This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

When you are deep into writing your thesis on the history of French eroticism, fantasy and reality can begin to blur... While writing on her thesis at a borrowed desk at her mother’s clinic, she suddenly catches the eye of a young handsome man, and the deep desire to experiment with some of the things she has only ever read about begins to spread throughout her body like wildfire. This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

"My legs could hardly hold me the way my entire body was shivering. I'm sure he could tell because he grabbed me and held me up while he took in my other nipple with his mouth and with his tongue. I was seriously close to having an orgasm already. He let go of me just before I did, and I had to stumble to find my balance by grabbing the chair behind me. Doctor Andersen had turned to face his desk but over his shoulder, he said: "Do feel free to get comfortable. I noticed that your nipples are working just as they should and that they are very sensitive." I got into the gynaecological chair.

"She smiles as she thinks about the time they drove out to the forest. She parked on a small dirt road at the forests’ edge. Back when it was so warm that they had to open the windows to cool off. Back when the smell of the dew-soaked grass and the song of the blackbird made its way into their car. Back when she screamed out her orgasm, making the birds go quiet." This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

"I just moved to Barcelona, and I don't know anyone other than my co-workers at my new job. They're the ones who told me about the public pool. In one of the pools, a man is doing a front crawl. I dive into the water and open my eyes. The man is toned and muscular. His buttocks clench as his legs kick in the water. I stick my head above the surface again, and grab the edge of the pool with one hand. When the man is heading away from me, I let my hand slide down between my legs. During his first lap, I rub outside the fabric.

"This hotel has something unique, which no other hotel has, as far as I know, and which is exclusively for the very wealthiest of the patrons. It's called PLAYROOM. It's a place where you can pay to be the voyeur of a couple having sex. The guests at the hotel can also have sex with one another there. The exciting and unique aspect is that there is a pair of eyes on the opposite wall as well, which look through a hatch that closes as soon as the sex is over." This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

About the series: "I want to tell you the story of my life. Or at least a part of my life. A part of my life which is all me, but which is hidden. My sex life. That is what I was made for. It is what I do best" The world is full of men, and the first-person narrator in this series is a female Don Juan, who simply cannot say no. Eva loves her husband and her kids, but to her, they are not enough. Her life ceases to have meaning without the exciting feeling of a new adventure, so when the opportunity arises for an erotic experience, she takes it.

I got a text message. I shouldn't have looked at all. I grabbed my phone to switch off the sound ahead of time so it wouldn’t disturb the meeting. But of course, I couldn't help checking the message: "No other women can be as wet and as tight as you. Painful how much my body misses yours. P." That's not the kind of text you should receive right before stepping into an important meeting with your boss.

"I quickly turned my head and saw her standing behind the middle window in the living room, staring out at me. She came out soon after, still in her kimono with the flamingos. She handed me a glass of ice water. I put the glass to my mouth and envisioned her naked body." Henry is employed on a drilling rig in the North Sea. He works 12 consecutive hours a day, every day, for 14 days. After the two weeks he goes back to the mainland for a break, to spend time with his friends and bachelor-colleagues. He spends his nights with women, pleasuring them and letting his emotions run free.

"We drive on through the dark night. I let my fingers run across my breasts, across my stomach and underneath my dress. I can feel how my heartbeat is making my skin throb." When all you can think about the day after your wild 30th Birthday party is how you need a good fuck, it’s time to do something about it. She can’t wait any longer. She wants sex, even if that’s all it is. It should be passionate and it should happen now. She sells her most expensive Birthday present and orders a taxi. Her next destination is whoever she matches with first on Tinder...

"He pushes her against the wall in the shower. She lifts her legs over his hips, making him carry her weight. She can feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against her pussy. It's as hard as his flexing biceps." She knows that it's not appropriate. She knows that she shouldn't be reading this here, among all these other people. But she can't help herself... "Seduced in the Library" is an erotic short story about a woman who finds pleasure in a romantic erotic story in the library. Sarah Skov is a pseudonym for a young female author.