Patricia's voluptuousness 9 E-Book

Tricia Williams

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Patricia's voluptuousness
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 36

Beschreibung

Cordula was not stupid. People who were both my friends and hers were considered stupid. And in Cordula's place I would have doubted whether people she considered stupid were real friends. No, Cordula was not stupid, Cordula was at most naive. Maybe too naive. And it seemed to my friends a mischievous desire to tell her the strangest truths, because Cordula tended to believe these dubious truths without the slightest appearance of suspicion. I knew Martina's friend only by hearsay, and I was amazed at the impartiality with which she took the most impossible stories at face value. I think it was not right that Martina and Konrad constantly told her some nonsense, amused themselves about it and left poor Cordula alone in her irritated emotional world. Thanks to our mutual friends, Cordula was under the mistaken impression that I had the luxury of two girlfriends and that both ladies, thanks to my unbeatably perfect time management, didn't have a clue about each other. They described me as a sly bon vivant. I was a charmer, a gourmet, who understood as much about good wine and good food as I did about the conquest of beautiful women, whom I made so happy with my magnificent stallion's tail in night-long libidinous excesses, that as a woman one could really experience no more perfect satisfaction than to have gotten to know me. Even Cordula would have almost doubted this impressive description, had Martina not sworn high and holy that she had tried it herself. With a transfigured look directed towards the ceiling, she is said to have given credible emphasis to what she had said and to have raved pathetically about that exhausting and pleasant feeling of total devotion and absolute satisfaction which she had been allowed to experience through me. Once again, Cordula had succumbed to a touch of doubt, completely against her conviction, but Konrad had confirmed with a grin: "I was there." He nodded his head in confirmation.

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Patricia's voluptuousness 9

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Foreword

Dear readers

Thank you for purchasing my book.

My name is Tricia Williams. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1982. I have been writing stories of all kinds since I was a child. The older I got, the more I was drawn to erotic literature.

Yours Tricia

The Erotic Dinner

Cordula was not stupid. People who were both my friends and hers were considered stupid. And in Cordula's place I would have doubted whether people she considered stupid were real friends. No, Cordula was not stupid, Cordula was at most naive. Maybe too naive. And it seemed to my friends a mischievous desire to tell her the strangest truths, because Cordula tended to believe these dubious truths without the slightest appearance of suspicion.

I knew Martina's friend only by hearsay, and I was amazed at the impartiality with which she took the most impossible stories at face value. I think it was not right that Martina and Konrad constantly told her some nonsense, amused themselves about it and left poor Cordula alone in her irritated emotional world.

Thanks to our mutual friends, Cordula was under the mistaken impression that I had the luxury of two girlfriends and that both ladies, thanks to my unbeatably perfect time management, didn't have a clue about each other. They described me as a sly bon vivant. I was a charmer, a gourmet, who understood as much about good wine and good food as I did about the conquest of beautiful women, whom I made so happy with my magnificent stallion's tail in night-long libidinous excesses, that as a woman one could really experience no more perfect satisfaction than to have gotten to know me.

Even Cordula would have almost doubted this impressive description, had Martina not sworn high and holy that she had tried it herself. With a transfigured look directed towards the ceiling, she is said to have given credible emphasis to what she had said and to have raved pathetically about that exhausting and pleasant feeling of total devotion and absolute satisfaction which she had been allowed to experience through me. Once again, Cordula had succumbed to a touch of doubt, completely against her conviction, but Konrad had confirmed with a grin: "I was there." He nodded his head in confirmation.

Cordula is said to have put her hand over her mouth in astonishment. "You had a threesome...?" "One? The whole night was one threesome." Again Konrad had made a convincing gesture. "But that's not possible." Cordula had just attempted an excursion into the basics of male physionomy when Martina interrupted her flow of thoughts. "It does with Robert." Impressively, she told of incredible rapture, and again Konrad nodded as if what was described corresponded to the pure truth.

"Fantastic," Cordula is said to have exclaimed in amazement as Martina and Konrad brought forth further details of the alleged night of love. Finally, she had put her knife and fork on her plate and had not brought down another bite of her food. Instead, she would occasionally run her hand nervously over her flushed cheeks and sheepishly ask for more details. Restlessly, she had shifted back and forth on the chair, and sometimes she had grabbed her crotch without being aware of the action. "For two hours?" Cordula was said to have been impressed. "And then again?" "To total exhaustion?"

Martina and Konrad, pulled on their hand-rolled cigarettes, drank one cup of coffee after another, and were having a great time about how convincingly they had loaded poor Cordula. I was reasonably impressed with the story, even if it made me a little uncomfortable. Cordula would be coming to dinner in a few minutes. So I was only enlightened so extensively in order not to embarrass the two of them. I was supposed to behave accordingly and not be a party pooper. Frowning and somewhat confused, I sipped my wine glass.