Hoffmann how it happened and then

the sexiest erotic novel of the decade
1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-3-7481-5554-6
Verlag: BoD - Books on Demand
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark

E-Book, Englisch, Band 1, 536 Seiten

Reihe: how it happened and then

An insane love story between a woman and a man who awaken the newest and hottest erotic feelings in each other and thus give the everyday life a completely new feeling. Love and happiness! Togetherness and security! ...

I was always fast and saw the light of day in 1957 when my mum was passing through Duesseldorf. Later began my school career in Frankfurt, which ended with a law degree in Münster. After a busy life, I have finally found the time to put erotic feelings and desires on paper and there are sooooooo many from there ....

Autoren/Hrsg.

Hoffmann, Hartmut

Leseproben

Monday 02.09.2013
Brrrr - Brrrr - Brrrr - Brrrr You can not do that, the alarm clock is already six o'clock? I just fell asleep and what did I dream? I can not remember but this Paul was there. Oh, I'm wet again. For years down there was a desert and now something like that. Whether Paul will be happy if he receives an unexpected mail from me. He certainly will not get up as early as me. Well just then just go to the bathroom and no first write the mail otherwise I'm wet again afterwards. So to the computer and turned on. Oh, it takes until he starts up. Human Petra what has happened to you, can not wait to write to him. What should that be? And everything open. Man, what am I writing for now? Will try it with full honesty so get started typing. Hello Paul I dreamed. Dreamed of you and I really felt you and more … for years!!! I live since almost ten years alone, did not fit and I have I didnot really believe that can feel. Unimaginable, it was only yours written words. I can not imagine what happens when we meet and would touch! First of all, I have to go to work. I am looking forward to you this evening. Thank you for the beautiful night! LG Paula Oh Petra I can e-mail that. Yes, the first thought is often the best. And pressed and sent. So now off to the bathroom and get ready. Breakfast is only at work. Well that I have such a dear boss, was not so in the past, but today. I've always enjoyed going to work, I'm retrained to be a florist but today I would like to stay home and e-mail Paul. All day and night. Hey Petra, did you just think that? That is impossible. Well, first off to work and flowers, groom and sell. Oh, I'd rather not sell today, if I just work with the flowers, I can certainly dream of Paul and what he says tonight to my good morning mail. Oh Petra, can not you stop thinking about him? Oh hell, nothing can happen and if it does, it can only get better. And then it happens, I catch myself thinking about him at work. Somehow I do until lunch break, oh I remember that I did not have breakfast, how automatic my work. Again and again the question he has already retrieved the mail or waiting for it or he has already responded. I have to go to the office and look at the computer. I just can not stand it anymore. My boss just tells me that she has to make an extra and I should stay in the office because of the calls. Well, if that does not fit like a fist on the eye. "Then I'll make lunch here. No problem." And she drives away and I bring the computer to see if there is an e-mail for me. I could smooch the computer, he says mail for you. Now I am so excited again. Start Petra open it. There she is, come on Petra to read there will be nothing bad inside. So I definitely appreciate Paul. It is estimated after only one mail evening, but what a highly erotic e-mail evening. Good beautiful morning! Oh, this night with you!!! And if she was just thinking. It was as intense as I have not felt it for years, you touched my heart, no swept away in the storm and my body felt an experience … . Words are too pale to describe! I am looking forward to this evening like a little boy, take good care of you and 1000 thanks for your lovely morning mail! LG Paul I'm counting the hours, but I just had to e-mail you, just had lunch break and have read your sweet mail. It's like when my body immediately jumps into feeling mode and just feels the words you're writing. Here the sun is shining and I'm sitting on the garden bench in front of the company and let the sun shine on me, feels so warm and then your feelings, the lunch break is expected to last tonight, but unfortunately it's over again until tonight, I'm really happy, I'll have something to eat on the PC, because then I can e-mail you! Bye your Petra - Yes, I know there are still 4.5 hours until you mail me again, I wish the 270 minutes were just around, but now I have 15 already seconds from the 16.200 seconds … I knew it. I feel feelings in my body again. Again just because he only e-mailed me. That's not normal. I can not tell that to anybody. They would all think I'm totally crazy. I would have thought that yesterday morning, but she did here in me. My heart is beating faster, no, it's even racing and I feel like I'm getting wet down in my pussy. I do not know that. How many times have I been together with my exhusband and even I was often dry in my pussy. It was therefore sometimes uncomfortable and now I'm just reading something of this Paul, not even a love letter as before, in which perhaps a flower inside had lain or which would have smelt after him. No, I only read one e-mail on the computer. An e-mail that consists of only a few words, which makes no further emotional recordings possible and I react already. Am I really that? Yes, it is my body that gets wet and sweats down. My body has never reacted like this. When I saw a horny guy on the street, my head thought, it's a hot guy with a cool butt, but my pussy left it cold. How did the feeling come to me yesterday that something happens when I reply to this mail. He is so far away. Hamburg are over one hundred and fifty kilometers and still this reaction. I do not understand myself anymore. Hopefully that will be fine. I wanted to experience something in life that's what I decided to do, but if you fly so high then the crash can be really deep and hard. Oh, I have to get into the business because a customer calls. Oje Petra now once again sort your thoughts a little bit. Not that your arousal is considered. And I'm on the way forward. Turn off Paul's thoughts first. "Oh, hello Mrs. Fischer. What can I bind them for a bouquet today? " "Hello Mrs. Black. They always know what I want and know my taste well. " "Well, you are a very dear regular customer and people who love flowers and enjoy a different bouquet every week are not so often sown." "Yes flowers are for me a piece of nature that I like in my small apartment. Not only the reputation but also the smell is what I like about it." "They are like me. When I get to work in the morning, the fragrance of the flowers, a composition of all, first of all receives me. But what kind of bouquet can it be?" "I'm invited tonight, not to a man, unfortunately my husband died so long ago. I'm going to an old school friend I met by chance a few days ago and she invited me." "And they need flowers for that." "Yes, what would you recommend for this event?" "I would not take a potted flower. A bound bouquet with the colors of the fall, no rather something colorful that looks much more positive on the mind at this time of year." "Oh yes, Mrs. Schwarz that's right. Please give me a funny bouquet with which I can really say." "What is he allowed to taste?" "It's the first time I've seen Claudia for thirty-five years. What do you mean Mrs. Black. They have always hit the right mark." "If I could make a suggestion and they are not mad about the money, then I would say thirty-five euros. One Euro for every missed year." "Oh that's an idea. You are right with the missed years. They always say that time is racing, but you never stop them and always this saying comes from me, you do that tomorrow and tomorrow again and suddenly the year is over again. You are right Mrs. Black you should grab the luck, with my deceased husband, I also accessed immediately. You know, we knew each other for a short time, but back then I was more willing to make decisions, with age you get calmer and that's just wrong. You should enjoy life and I will do it again from today. Thank you Frau Schwarz, just this sentence from you, for every missed year, it has fallen from my eyes like a dandruff. I have to enjoy my life again. Please make me such a bouquet. Very colorful and crazy. He should express what I feel right now in my heart, a renaissance of feelings. Oh, excuse me, I did not want to talk them full." "No, they did not do that. On the contrary, they helped me with a very important personal decision." "Oh yes, how, that makes me happy. I'm totally excited. I always knew flowers meant something to me and today it has been shown again and again. Today they have awakened me again. Again, just because of the flowers, otherwise I would not have come to them in the business and would have received this wake up call from them, dear Mrs. Black. I love flowers." And I see how Frau Fischer shines all over her face. I've never seen her like that before. A bright face. "Ms. Fischer, you suddenly radiate something wonderful. Her aura is glowing." "Yes, I have the feeling that I have just lost a thousand tons of load from the heart and I am happy again. I have not felt that for years, nonsense for decades. Oh, life is nice when you let it into your heart." And I just leave this radiant woman alone and put the bouquet together. Not so easy, it has to match the rays and reflect the joie de vivre. But the words she said, the words that hit me too, and my decision to risk it with Paul abruptly influenced her. Paul I will experience something with you. If you want, I'm ready for whatever you do, but only if you see Petra you're restraining. These are not restrictions, these are limits. I do not know him, maybe a bad person stands behind the lines or has desperate cravings. Then I brake immediately and have disappeared. But if he is really as sweet as he came over in the e-mail last night and maybe can make me as happy as last night, then you have Paul already on my neck. On the neck like that sounds. Oh yes, the flower neck, uhh on the stems must also ran...