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This book shows you a completely different side of eroticism - unusual but actually everyday. Once commonplace, then taboo for many years, now accepted again:
The world of watersports. Lost Angel has made them presentable as a gentle, tender erotic game and has moved this special pleasure out of the hardcore corner.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020
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Lost Angel's Wet Stories
Volume I
Once common practice, then taboo for many years,finally accepted again:
Water sports, an outstanding
tender erotic play
Inhalt
Title Page
Foreword
Tea as Tutorial
An Opportunity
Good girls go in heaven…
A golden accident in the supermarket
Kneipp cure on the park bench
Flashed – and soaked
You’re not allowed to do this
A wet good-bye
Champagne in my shoes
Wet stones
The watered backseat
Wet glory in the subway duct
Epilog
Imprint
Foreword
In the German language, one could only find two kinds of sex stories: Erotica with a “birds and the bees” impression, or hardcore pornography. There is very little in-between. Many nuances were lost along the way, as not everyone, for whom the “birds and the bees” is not enough, wants to read crude language.
Also in our modern society, some natural erotic elements like the tingling water sports – playing with the body fluids – were lost.
From mammals, we know that they mark their territory by urination, mutually recognizing each other this way, and it is also no secret that a full bladder increases sexual pleasure. Completely natural, the organs concerned lie directly next to each other. Practically everyone has experienced some of the games described in this book at least once, even if many would never admit to it. To admit that these games are so completely normal and beautiful, it is difficult sometimes: it is not how we are brought up.
However nature gets its way – instead of with a tormented bad conscience, one should rather enjoy with pleasure. That is much easier, if one sees that it makes someone else happy. And so I gathered and published these stories, for many years just on the Internet. But reading stories at the computer, instead of comfortably in bed, is not everyone's thing. Thus here now are the best texts of "Lost Angel – Everything about Water Sports" as an ebook, which someone can read with a Kindle, iPad, iPhone or other Smartphone without a computer – and yet no telltale sign lying about such as a printed book.
A point of honor, drink a whole lot before reading and only then go to the bathroom when done reading this book. Maybe in the meantime you will come across a more creative idea to reduce the pressure on the bladder...
Lost Angel
Tea as Tutorial
I studied at a large German university. For exams, we form study groups from two to four people, meeting regularly and going over the respective material.
For one subject, at the beginning of the semester we founded our threesome. My best friend Lutz, an acquaintance of his – who I, up to then, didn't know –, and myself. Lutz let me know in advance, that she, Steffi, just 24, very intelligent and hard working, was ideal for learning – however otherwise, oh well...
The first meeting should be at my place, and we had the whole afternoon scheduled. But Lutz called me an hour before, that he was sick and could not come. He gave his apologies to Steffi. We would have to carry out the first meeting without him.
Exactly on time at 2 pm, the door rang. That must be Steffi. I opened up and was floored to being with. Steffi is about 1.70 meters tall, slender, has long dark hair, big brown eyes, a pretty face and overall a right attractive appearance. She wore a white blouse, a short summery blue pleated skirt and thin, dark blue silk pantyhose. My God, why didn't Lutz warn me? The girl is truly sweet. How can someone concentrate on learning being around her?
“Hi, I'm Jan and you must be Steffi. Come in.”
She asks if Lutz is already in.
“Did he not call you? He's sick.”
“No, I came directly from the library.”
So we plunge into the work together. She is really sharp, but quite shy. We sit across each other at my coffee table. I’m making us an iced tea. After a while we have spread the documents everywhere.
Until then I had hoped in vain to catch a peek under her skirt. But she sat there, either cross-legged or holding her knees together. But now she shows me something, she turns around to me, spreads her legs slightly apart and shifts forward. Hooray, now I see the white of her panties. They lie flat on her light pubic mound. The pantyhose stretch slightly higher. It has no gusset; only the seam runs down the center. Every now and then I can see her sweet lap. I give her tea all the time. I hope that it eventually works.
After more than an hour, she was crossing her legs again most of the time, but maybe just so that I could not look under her skirt? She switched her lower leg more frequently. Then she spread them apart, but still holding her knees together and fidgeting now with one foot, then the other. She starts to tap them in short intervals. Excellent, when she spreads them, I see her lap perfectly.
When I ask her if she would like some more tea, she declines. Yes, now I sincerely hope that she has to go to the bathroom. Wow, that would be great. This cute little girl – and she can feel, how her bladder is getting fuller and fuller. Now she pushes her knees together, repeatedly over each other, changing position more often. Now and then she bites her lip, while her upper body leans forward; pressing her knees together very firmly and pushes her cute butt to the rear. It is obvious that she has to go, and indeed quite strongly.
Meanwhile, she taps with both feet on the floor – sometimes her feet together, sometimes apart. Even when talking she does this even more and urgently. She cannot sit still anymore and tries to act distracted from her agitation. But meanwhile her situation can no longer be ignored. She shows all of the characteristics of a desperate girl. She notes how that her bladder is under more and more pressure. It is certainly quite unpleasant, especially, as she does not want to behave strangely and I should not notice her plight.
Hopefully she is too shy and ashamed, so she still will not admit that she is so desperate. But I won’t bet on that. Thus I suggest to do further studying on my roof balcony. It is sunny and pleasantly warm. I have quite a small apartment, but I live on the 6th floor and have a terrace nearly ten square meters across, which is wonderfully protected from wind and views. Only a large bench is sitting there and a sun lounger, but no table. I fetch another chair, and sit myself down.
She sits on the bench opposite me, has her legs crossed and slips from one side to the other. Now she takes the lower foot under the bench, leans forward and presses on the upper front leg. She is clearly trying to stay as calm as possible, so I would not notice her little problem. But the situation looks pretty grim. Then she takes her crossed legs from the left, now to the right side. She again closes her legs and presses her knees together. I see how her legs, yes her whole body trembling so slightly. Also, she is somewhat unfocused and no longer fully paying attention to the subject. Clearly, due to the pressure she feels in her sweet lap. Certainly she says it right, even if it is embarrassing to her. But it seems to be too urgent.
But suddenly, a gust of wind bangs the patio door. So violently, that the lever falls down. We are locked out. Oh, great. First, I am annoyed. As I said before, nobody can see my balcony from the street. The only possibility of help is my neighbor. But he would have to be there and come out on his balcony. That's a fine prospect…
But then I look at Steffi, and I remember her little problem. What I am saying, it now seems to be a real problem. She slides more and more on the bench, bouncing with both feet. Then she suddenly shivers, pushes her pelvis back and moans a little louder.
“Hey, are you cold?” – “No, why?” – “Well, because you've shivered. Do you want my sweater?” – “No, thank you, hah, eh, I, um, it's fine.”“
Sweet, she is always ashamed. She gets nervous with her hands always over her legs. Oh my god, how cute she looks.
As we consider what we can do, she becomes more agitated. Then I ask her:
