tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375155679550992812023-11-16T17:44:46.231+01:00Labia TalesThe series is autobiographic. It is based on real life events and characters. It tells the life of Petra a kinky lesbian who is involved in all sorts of sexual adventures.Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-48548151529738689822021-11-26T15:04:00.015+01:002021-12-10T14:01:45.272+01:00Highlights from Labia Tales series<h1 class="read-aloud" style="text-align: center;"></h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6e8dL7pVbgWh4LffgSwJcG08kwA2H8ubCh8dqfRTwL3lHkWmONhAgc_aofWl7Lnr2fSKJ4fghcgFgJud973ZzO98HP4zqWthsrTm4s41M1bEshWcYplnRz4QCeNy8zLw96h1qtEfoDHMN/s2048/series.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1229" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6e8dL7pVbgWh4LffgSwJcG08kwA2H8ubCh8dqfRTwL3lHkWmONhAgc_aofWl7Lnr2fSKJ4fghcgFgJud973ZzO98HP4zqWthsrTm4s41M1bEshWcYplnRz4QCeNy8zLw96h1qtEfoDHMN/s320/series.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><br /><a name='more'></a><p></p>
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</h4><h3 class="read-aloud" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span lang="zxx"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/52932">Labia Tales Series</a><br /></span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="read-aloud" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span lang="zxx">Excerption from the chapter "The sleeping beauty"</span></span></span></span></h3><h3 class="read-aloud"><span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><p><span style="font-weight: normal;">After Petra drugs her girlfriend she drags her to the bedroom... </span> </p></span></span></h3></div><div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span class="style1"><span class="read-aloud" face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><p></p><blockquote> I brought her to the bed and stripped her down. I just stared at her beautiful body for a few minutes, before I started to caress her. I ran my fingers through her blond hair, I caressed her statue-like face with the tips of my spread fingers. I got totally excited when I kissed her on her mouth. I slipped my tongue between her soft lips and licked and sucked her mouth. It was just fantastic. I moved to her white neck and I kissed her all over like she was fully awake and ready for my love.<br /> Suddenly I decided to go down on her and I started to suck on her glorious pussy lips. She tasted wonderful. She didn't react, her pussy didn't get wet, except from my saliva. She breathed normally, she did not feel anything. I sucked her meaty labia into my mouth and then closed my teeth at the base of her lips while I made circles with my playful tongue darting between her luscious lips. I bit her tender flesh and moved my jaw left and right with the pussy lips between my teeth. After a while I started to suck on her pussy and her lips got swollen from my activity. Her labia became somewhat puffy from the strong suction. It was even reddish and plump when I started to chew it. While I sucked and licked her pussy I fingered and rubbed my own. I did not cum because I concentrated more on her than on myself. I'm not sure how long I would have done it if she hadn't moved and her lips unexpectedly smacked out of my mouth. <br /> She pulled her legs up and after a while she turned to her side. I cuddled up to her and turned off the lights. I caressed her a little bit more before I fell asleep. </blockquote><p> </p><p></p><span><!--more--></span></span></span><h3 class="read-aloud" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span lang="zxx">Excerption from the chapter "Roomers"</span></span></span></span></h3><span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><blockquote class="read-aloud">Her flat chest excited me above all, and I flicked her long protruding nipples with my tongue and pulled on them with my fingers. I sucked on her nipple gently at the beginning but with increasing force later on. I held the base of her nipple between my lips and tugged and pulled on them while I shook her other nipple in every direction with my hand. I touched her drenching entrance with my free hand and inserted three fingers. I fucked her minge slowly with my fingers and added the fourth after a while. I felt as her body trembled in pleasure and I used this moment to slip in my whole fist. She convulsed and buckled as I fucked her extremely stretched vagina and sucked her sensitive nipples. Her cry of joy was audible even on the other side of the river. Bria's trembling and shaking increased for a while and with a sudden cry her whole body collapsed. I didn't expect this and she fell over me onto the floor. Her muscles held my hand so tightly that I couldn't pull it out and I remained buried under her until I managed to get her back to consciousness. We were on the ground between the mattress and the wall. She got up somehow but her muscles still held my hand inside her.<br />"I can't take out my hand" I reminded her.<br />"I know," she moaned and I felt as her muscles started to tremble. "I will come again..."<br /><span> </span>And she did. She came without doing anything at all. She cried and squirmed on the ground for minutes. I felt the strength in her vagina muscles with each movement of my hand as I tried to pull it out, her muscles contracted with incredible force and Bria's pleasure turned into unconsciousness again. This time I managed to free my aching hand with a sudden jerk. I looked at my colourless skin on my hand and I massaged it while I tried to check if it was working correctly.</blockquote><p> </p><p><span></span></p><!--more--><p></p></span></span><h3 class="read-aloud" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span lang="zxx">Excerption from the chapter "Parallel lines"</span></span></span></span></h3><span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><blockquote class="read-aloud"><span> </span>I was lying on my back and my tits stood in the pulled cone shape which was their usual since we arrived to the island, because my nipples were tied to a weight through a block which was on the mast of the small sailing vessel. My labia were tied to some other weight which was hung over the side of the ship. I was reading a book about sailing which Esther gave me. A sudden jerk on my nipples made me cry out in pain. Esther bent down and removed the strings from my elongated nipples.<br />"As I can see they need some rest," she commented.<br /><span> </span>Until now every day she played with my body. I spent long hours with strings tied around my nipples and they were tied to every possible thing. They were pulled and stretched in every direction mostly away from my body. Because of the constant friction of the strings and the strong stretching they got bruised. The seawater caused a burning pain because of the salt. My lips were up to the task and except for some soreness and minor discomfort the sessions didn't cause any problems.<br />"Yes, it hurts like hell when I go to swim," I said glancing into her cold grey eyes.<br />"Tell me why you are so obsessed with stretching your lips?" She asked while she was frowning her nose in pretty wrinkles.<br />"I like them big, it is visually pleasing," I started. "And this stretching sensation..." I inclined my head towards the grotesquely elongated skins of my pussy. "It is very pleasurable for me."<br />"I can see that," murmured Esther as she probed my pussy with two fingers. "How could you be constantly aroused?" She sucked the wetness from her fingers.<br />"It is my way of living," I said after some consideration.</blockquote><br /></span><span><!--more--></span></span><h3 class="read-aloud" style="text-align: left;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span lang="zxx">Excerption from the chapter "Teacher's Pet"</span></span></span></span></h3><span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><p></p></span></span><span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><p></p><blockquote> <span> </span>We moved into my king size bed where I explored the limits of the elasticity of her tits. Because of my aversion to hairy pussy I only caressed her genital area without going down on her but in her aroused state the gentle massage around her clit did the trick and she went limp after a brief shudder. <br /><span> </span>I decided to tie her to the bed and get rid of her pubic hair. Her boots and stockings remained because I rather wanted to secure her than to strip her. She wheezed impatiently while I returned with a scissor, a flask of shaving gel, a hot towel and a razor.<br /><span> </span>"What are you doing?" She tried to raise her head to check the preparation. <br /><span> </span>"Relax and just enjoy it…"<br /><span> </span>I put the hot wet towel onto her crotch which she acknowledged with a long sigh. Before she could ask anything I put a finger on her mouth and kissed her neck gently then moved with my kisses to her mouth. The diversionary manouver was successful. Because her bush was unkempt it required an initial run with scissors before I sprayed the shaving gel onto it.<br /><span> </span>"But I don't want that!" She exclaimed frantically.<br /><span> </span>"Have you ever tried it?" I whispered to her as I licked her cute ear. She shook her head. "It is going to feel amazing!" I assured her and went on with my activities.<br /><span> </span> As more and more hair disappeared with each stroke of the blade her crotch showed more from her smooth white skin. This kind of transition always mesmerized me. Every time when the annoying patch of hair disappeared from a woman's body it showed the perfection of nature's design without any bothering imperfection. I was convinced that the only reason that nature or God, if you are into him, put fur there was to give us the pleasure of this moment. I studied my work intensely for a long moment.<br /><span> </span>"Is there something wrong?" Looked up Viola not understanding the lack of action.<br /><span> </span>"Promise me to keep it like this!" I whispered still under the effect of the sight from her bare genitals. "It is so beautiful and perfect!"<br /><span> </span>"Let me see it!"<br /><span> </span>"No. Not yet! Let's try it first…"</blockquote><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityzYj6lRilA1rvHbQRN-v9scjrc3AMHuvAvplv3ZF4-UQzPhCc3Ym7Yt9aSqc-QX9SzMK0BMqMS82-Dx37SkvLtZ6cpW_X9iTndFTUxjdHobwi3epJtyn3Qd1gNhIsIyU5Vl1fImN2xMt/s600/shaving.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="600" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEityzYj6lRilA1rvHbQRN-v9scjrc3AMHuvAvplv3ZF4-UQzPhCc3Ym7Yt9aSqc-QX9SzMK0BMqMS82-Dx37SkvLtZ6cpW_X9iTndFTUxjdHobwi3epJtyn3Qd1gNhIsIyU5Vl1fImN2xMt/w543-h305/shaving.gif" width="543" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div>Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-49469123837330257732021-10-19T21:23:00.000+02:002021-10-19T21:23:45.732+02:00Tamara's affair<span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif"><span lang="zxx">XX.</span></span></span></span><br />
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Tamara was laying spread-eagled on the warm floor of my terrace. She was completely naked. Her hairless pussy glistened with saliva and her own juices. The large floppy labia with their rings hung down flaccidly. Because of their impressive dimensions and their current state of floppiness, even the topmost rings hung down deep and were almost level with her ass hole. The thick fluid of her pleasure still dropped from the pink skins. Her nipples were still erect and they were also shiny with wetness.<br />
She opened her blue eyes and smiled as she stretched her magnificent body.<br />
"That was wonderful" she said in a hoarse tone. "You are a great lover my dear! I missed you so much!"<br />
"Will you tell me now?" I knelt down next to her and laid my head on her flat belly.<br />
"Okay I promised..." </span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;">I apologize that I interrupted Tamara's story but recently I have decided to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under </span></span><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/52932"><span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="style1">https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/52932</span></span></span></a><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;">A free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your liking and want to read on, you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span face=""verdana" , sans-serif" style="font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span><br />
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com10Hungary47.162494 19.503304118.852260163821157 -15.652945899999999 75.472727836178848 54.6595541tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-11478615982134706682018-01-09T20:01:00.003+01:002021-11-29T11:52:52.841+01:00Get my stories as an e-bookDear Visitors,<br />
<br />
Recently I have decided to create an e book from my past stories. If you are interested you may find it on <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/52932" target="_blank">this link</a>. <br />
<br />
A sample is available in various formats from each book and in case if you read it, liked it, please write a review!<br />
<br />
Enjoy your reading!<br />
<br />
PetraBare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-2599736980238595542011-02-13T00:27:00.016+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.517+02:00Parallel lines<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XIX.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> We had a quiet Friday night shift in the hospital. After I finished my rounds, I was sitting in the ready room and playing with my lips. I had made a bet with my best friend Samantha, that we wouldn't wear panties when the circumstances allowed. In the hospital under my white frock I usually wore nothing underneath. I often wrapped my labia around my small finger or sometimes on a pen. With this setup I could stretch them leisurely. This activity kept me in a nicely aroused state.<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I interrupted the story because I made up my mind
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under this link: </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-54431913216733062762011-02-12T23:57:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.536+02:00The dancing queen<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XVIII.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> <br />
I had the night shift, as usual at weekends, in the traumatology ward in the hospital where I worked as a nurse. The ambulance came in from an accident with two injured. Both were unconscious when they were found. The elder woman regained consciousness while we stitched her wounds. The younger woman or really the girl had no major injury but was still unconscious when she was brought back from the scanner.<br />
I had to check on her every hour. I noticed her perfect athletic body. Somewhat masculine since she had broad shoulders, small perky tits, tight round ass and the best muscular stomach that I've ever seen. She was fragile, slim somewhere about 160 cm, with shoulder long dirty blond hair. To have a perfect body she only lacked longer thighs. Her face had also a slight masculine feature, having a firm zygomatic arch and strong jaws. </span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Due to the fact that I made up my mind
and created an e-book from my stories which you may find under this link: </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> I interrupt now your reading...</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-12040208701914329992011-02-12T23:54:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.507+02:00The aftermath of a contest<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XVII.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> I had to say farewell to Christine who signed a 3 year contract with an American scientific institute. I wanted to be with her so much for a last time before she left, but she couldn't arrange it. I thought that she didn't want to. She didn't even let me to accompany her to the airport. She said that I cannot behave myself. I missed the sessions when she tortured me. Samantha was a sensual lover and a great friend, but she never hurt me seriously. We just had normal sex, but sometimes that was just not enough. Christine left an enormous space in my heart and in my life as well.<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I am sorry to interrupt the story but I made up my mind
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under this link:</span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855"> https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-86460657081475638102011-02-12T23:45:00.005+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.558+02:00The birthday gift<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XVI.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> My relationship with Tamara was a new experience for me, since we didn't have any sex at all. She cuddled, caressed and kissed, but that was all that she allowed. When I tried to do something explicit she got uncomfortable and freed herself from my embrace. My other source of pleasure Christine was on a trip and in our last phone call she confessed that she accepted the offer. She was about to organize everything for her family to move over the ocean. It was very sad for me. I treated Christine as my most trusted friend. She was a kind of elder sister for me, and I felt cheated. <br />
Samantha was still her old self, but my long absence made us a bit remote. I was lonely, and I wanted to do anything to get closer to her. We met only in the swimming pool and we had sex only once or twice in a month. After our recent swim she asked something very strange.<br />
"I would like you to join us for lovemaking!"<br />
"What? You mean..." the offer surprised me very much "You mean you want me to have sex with you and Dr. Vale?"</span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I am sorry to interrupt the story but I made up my mind
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under this link:</span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855"> https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-3573409403077822422011-02-12T23:42:00.001+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.526+02:00The older identity<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XV.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> I discussed my addiction with Christine. We agreed that I could not function with my uncontrolled sexuality. At first I tried to concentrate on not thinking about my hairless pussy, but it just tingled and I had to touch it. After that first touch I couldn't control myself any more... </span></span><br />
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-85295262454833463482011-02-12T23:37:00.002+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.555+02:00Cooling down<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XIV.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> "I have a job for you!" Christine told me when I woke up late in the afternoon after the morning incident.<br />
"I already have a job." I replied.</span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"></span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-32198283587971540022011-02-12T23:31:00.004+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.520+02:00The raping affair<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XIII.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> <br />
The days passed slowly. The summer was hot as usual and my pussy slowly regained some of its sensitivity. It felt completely dead for about six weeks after Christine tried out one of her experimental pharmaceuticals on me. I had the most fantastic orgasm in my life under the effect of the drug, but it rendered the nerves on the area numb. It was about time to get back my old responsiveness...</span></span><br />
<br />
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<br />
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-44088695182986053672011-02-12T23:24:00.001+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.528+02:00Free spirit<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XII.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> Somehow Samantha couldn't digest what happened between us. She didn't want to talk about it. She just wanted to forget the whole thing. Two days after that night she broke her silence at the breakfast table.<br />
"I am sorry Petra but I want you to move out!" her voice flattened and her eyes were moist from tears.<br />
"I understand your confusion" I replied "Tell me why. Do you regret what happened between us? Wasn't it good?"<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-25161456411313187942011-02-12T23:22:00.001+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.515+02:00Hanging around<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">XI.</span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> <br />I was very happy that the first week was finally over on the pediatric ward.
The rest of my field-work time was spent in the casualty department.
I was lucky because my supervisor was a nice woman called Victoria. She was very informal and she did everything together with us. I learned quite a lot from her. <br />
She was a bit melancholic. I never saw her smile during our first three days working together. Later I figured out that she had broken up recently with her husband. <br />
Nurse Victoria was a very attractive woman in her early thirties. She wore her chestnut hair in a fuzzy Cleopatra style. Her eyes were large, warm, and brown. She had a very pretty nose in her oval face giving her quiet an aristocratic expression. I loved her mouth. Her lover lip was thicker than the upper and somehow pouty. She was petite but not small. She had slim waist with nice round tits and a tight, sporty butt. I was attracted to her at once.<br />
My partner, Ashley was the star of our class. She was the best in everything. I liked her but had the feeling that she didn't like me, probably because I wasn't as dedicated as she was. Nevertheless we got along with each other pretty well. </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"><br /></span></span>
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<br />
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-17596891220268425902011-02-12T23:09:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.510+02:00Playing dead<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">X.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> I tried to reach Christine on the number that she gave me, but only her voicemail replied. I left her a few messages because I was worried about my pussy since it was completely dead after three days. Besides this, I had problems with the control of my bladder.<span style="font-size: medium;"> </span>At least I didn't have any problem with the piercing. It healed without the slightest problem. I was very nervous because with my dead sex I couldn't get off very often. I had a great time with my numb pussy after I got home, because it was a very curious feeling. It was like touching somebody else's body. I fisted myself and I felt my hand inside me and there was the nice stretching but the feeling wasn't complete. However with this and with very intense nipple play I could reach a climax. I even tried anal stimulation but it didn't do anything for me. It was unpleasant and nothing more.</span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"></span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I interrupted the story because I made up my mind
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under this link:</span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-75202124716888785642011-02-12T23:01:00.005+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.551+02:00The present<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">IX.</span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> <br />
At home it was very boring. I read a lot and masturbated all day. I couldn't stop touching myself. I was horny all the time and it didn't matter how often I satisfied myself. One afternoon I tied a string to my lips. I stretched them wide and tied the strings together behind my waist. This way I had both hands free to play on my broadly opened cunt. The whole area of sensitive skin was stretched out to make me feel better. I kept my lips tied and stretched wide till evening. When I removed the strings my lips looked a little bit out of shape and they were sore. Fisting <span style="font-size: medium;">became</span> my daily routine. I could relax my muscles and this way my hand slipped in and out as if it were a finger. This way I achieved a kind of different orgasm. I didn't want to ruin myself so I started to practice vaginal muscle training. This is a kind of ancient practice that originated in the east. It is very healthy because it allows more control on the muscles in the pubic region.<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
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apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-87513196651319789142011-02-12T22:57:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.560+02:00Romance and fury<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">VIII.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> Samantha's romance was getting really serious. We only met once in the gym in the next few days, and he waited for her even after that. This was supposed to be our last night together because on the next day I was going back home. He did not respect this, he even invited us for a dinner. He was holding Samantha's hand, which made me even more frustrated.<br />
"I would like to cook you something very special!" he said with a big smile. I was sure this prick was thinking of having a threesome.<br />
"I am not hungry."<br />
"C'mon Petra, Michael is a very good cook! Let's go!" asked Samantha "I already bought everything."<br />
"I prefer to go home. The train will leave early."<br />
"I will give you a ride. If you want I can help you pack your things!" Samantha desperately wanted to save the situation.<br />
"I am good with packing as well!" offered Michael.<br />
"I can imagine!" I didn't try to conceal that I hated him "I already packed everything."<br />
"If you two want to chit-chat about female issues I can stay in the background..."<br />
"I don't think that would help!" I was very angry and he just made me crazy. We reached Samantha's apartment where we stood for a moment in annoying silence.<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
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Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-18875879567826779622011-02-12T22:55:00.002+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.512+02:00The sleeping beauty<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">VII.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> In the school we had some training classes in the hospital and laboratories. Since everybody had had their evaluation it wasn't that serious. There was a doctor in the lab from the National Drug Research Institute and I got into a conversation with him. I decided to ask him about the N-mobilisine that Christine used on me. He was surprised that I had heard about it. </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;">
</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-44611592030463916572011-02-12T22:52:00.002+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.531+02:00Samantha's affair<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">VI.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> I was a bit depressed of the thought that I had to go back home. After a fortnight school would be over and the field-work would begin after only a month. My mother lived with my grandmother and they could be very tiresome after only a few hours with them. <br />
I had such a good time with Samantha. We were together almost every day for all kinds of activities. I even missed her when we were apart for just a few hours. I really had a crush on her. My own thoughts and feelings towards her bothered me all day and night. Because of my socialization I could not accept the fact that I was a lesbian. I analyzed my memories of past relationships and I had to admit -at least to myself- that I had never been attracted to any man. I felt strange couriosity about other girls' bodies. I had thought that it was for discovering my own sexuality. Now I believe it was more than simple curiousity. I didn't know at that time how to deal with my strange emotions. Luckily I had a very strong personality for an 18 year old, but it took a while before I accepted the fact that I was different. It took even more time to admit it to anybody else.</span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"></span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
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<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-32542227834802594002011-02-12T22:44:00.005+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.522+02:00The deal with Samantha<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">V.</span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> My relationship with Christine is a strange one. I can't contact her because I don't </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;">even </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;">know her family name, I have no idea where the house is where we were. I know almost nothing about her. She is <span style="font-size: medium;">definitely</span> rich, she does some kind of medical research, and I think she lives alone. Although everything that I know about her is based on impressions and half sentences, maybe I'm completely wrong, but I don't care. She likes to be mysterious and maybe she has a reason for it. The only appalling thing with this is that I can't call her when I want to have her, and I want her very badly most of the time.<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-70987489750039150132011-02-12T22:42:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:53:35.704+02:00Christine and Me<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">IV.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> I was in a bed when I woke up. It was a bedroom with only a double bed and two night stands. It was a bright sunny day, the window was open and the birds were singing. I got up and noticed my pajamas. It was the perfect size for me. I pulled down the pants and examined my pussy. It was beautifully smooth. My lips were puffy and red but sore to the touch. I walked out of the room and saw Christine in the kitchen, she was squeezing oranges.<br />
"Good morning!"<br />
"What's the date today?" I asked.<br />
"Actually you were down only for a day. Was your 'dream' interesting?"<br />
"Dream?" I raised my eyebrows "Ahh! You mean the '<i>dream</i>'! Well it was very interesting!"<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I apologize to interrupt the story but I made up my mind
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under this link:</span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855"> https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span><br />
</div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-5532147494344297142011-02-12T22:36:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.539+02:00Christine returns<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">III.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> More than a month passed since my first lesbian sex. I sat home at the end of May on a Saturday morning when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and I heard Christine's soft voice.<br />
"Hello Petra!"<br />
"Christine! You were on my mind!"<br />
"Really?"<br />
"Yes. I don't know what to say..."<br />
"Are you angry with me?" asked the sweet voice.<br />
"No. I just want to know a few things!"<br />
"Like what?"<br />
"Can we meet?"<br />
"Yes, if you want to. Do you know the cafeteria next to the bus station, near the river?"<br />
"Certainly."<br />
"Be there in 30 minutes!"<br />
She hung up the phone without waiting for my answer. I arrived before her, and I got very excited when I saw her. She looked gorgeous. She sat opposite me and ordered drinks for both of us. Then she leaned closer and looked into my eyes.<br />
"You still look very innocent!"<br />
"I would like to look more innocently..." said I, smiling about her comment.<br />
"We can arrange it! Now tell me; what do you want to know!"<br />
"Everything."<br />
"I couldn't resist to your big flaps, so I decided to kidnap you! I gave you a sleeping pill that I bought at the chemist's and then I gave you N-mobilisine injection. This blocks most of the striated muscles, as I mentioned I'm a scientist, I deal mostly in medical research."<br /> </span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Enjoy your reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-62180270637558813152011-02-12T19:24:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.542+02:00Becoming Bare Pet<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">II.</span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"> <br />
Having a bare pussy impressed me so deeply that I decided to try different methods. First, I tried depilatory creams, but they were worse than shaving and I hated the smell. I experimented with waxing, but it was a complete failure because I ended up with wax in my fur, since I couldn't pull them all out and I was left with bloodshot and bleeding little spots.<br />
After the healing, I went to a cosmetician and asked her - my cheeks burning- to wax my pubes. She was unhelpful: she would do only my bikini line, so despite my embarrassment I went to another beautician. At this place there were three cosmeticians in one shop. I was very nervous when I asked the middle aged women. She didn't understand what I wanted because I was almost inaudible. I had to ask again and she repeated what I asked while she shook her head:<br />
"Young lady, you should go home! I don't think your parents know that you want a full pussy waxing! I bet you are even underage..."<br />
I left the shop before she had finished. My face burned like fire, and I didn't raise my head until I reached the bus stop. I didn't care what the number of the bus was, I just wanted to disappear, but before I stepped onto the stairs of the vehicle a young woman in a light blue robe, with almost white blond hair, grabbed my arm and pulled me back. She was one of the cosmeticians from the shop.</span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"></span></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
Bare_Pethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15638797845365906296noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337515567955099281.post-64214156536651909552011-02-12T01:06:00.003+01:002017-09-10T21:51:54.545+02:00The very first time<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="zxx">I.</span></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<div class="western style1" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;">I pedalled my bike from the library, back to my dark little room in my aunt's attic. She lived her own life, and didn't really care about me. We ran across each other by chance, in various parts of the house a couple of times a month. This was fine with me. I was quite self-sufficient, having lived apart from my parents since I was fourteen. A spring shower came suddenly and I got soaked in a few seconds. It rained so heavily that I couldn't see more than a few meters. I heard a car coming from behind and when the water spray hit me I lost balance and crashed into the ditch losing consciousness.<br />
The next thing I saw was a bright light and a man in white examining me. I realized that I was in a hospital.<br />
"How do you feel?" asked the man.<br />
"A little dizzy."<br />
He asked me to focus on his hands, hold my hand out and so on and smiled when he finished.<br />
"I'll send in your sister, you may go home."<br />
"My sister?" I wondered because during the short marriage of my parents I was their only child, but before I could ask anything else the doctor left and a woman entered the room. She was around thirty, her long honey blond hair was braided in a ponytail, she had beautiful grey eyes and a pretty face. She was about 170 cm tall, wore a short skirt and a t-shirt. Her legs were long and muscular, like her arms. It wasn't hard to tell that she didn't wear a bra because her erect nipples pointed out very obviously through the fabric of the t-shirt as her little tits bounced with every step she took.<br />
"Are you all right?" she asked a very soft voice.<br />
"The doctor said that you are my sister..." the woman glanced back nervously towards the door where the doctor and a nurse were standing.</span></span><br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 2;"></span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Dear Visitor,</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">I
apologize that I interrupted the story but recently I have decided
to create an e-book from my stories which you may find under </span></span><span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="style1"><a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855">https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/746855</a></span> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">A
free sample is available in various formats. In case if it is to your
liking and want to read on you may drop me an e-mail and I send you a
coupon to get a discount as my blog's visitor!</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="style1"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: medium;">Happy reading!<br />Petra</span></span></div>
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