Lover Unknown

By Cupido

There's nothing like the fresh mountain air, waves lapping against the beach, the wind caressing your chest, the water touching your crotch...This is an erotic short story collection from Cupido. The collection includes the following short stories:"She waited for him on a park bench. She remembered just how good it was last time they met." – Last Time We Met at the Park by Ingvild, Trondheim"She licks the orchid nectar from her little finger, and suddenly feels him touching her under her dress." – The Botanical Garden by Eva, Oslo"You do realise that your sunscreen doesn't have a high enough factor?" she asked. "Do you want to borrow some of mine? Or do you want me to rub some on you?" – A real Lady... by Bent Krause, Smørum"In the bright sunshine, a man her own age wearing nothing on top was grooming a grey horse." Bed & Breakfast by Helle, Albertslund"He lay naked outside in the warm night air. Suddenly, someone blindfolded him." – Unknown Lover by Alexander, Kolding-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Oct 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726435726

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Lover Unknown

Lover Unknown

Original title:

Forrige møte i parken. Botanisk hage. En virkelig dame…. Bed and Breakfast. Lover Unknown

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Last Time We Met at the Park

by Ingvild, Trondheim

I’m sitting here waiting for you. I’m going home with you today for dinner and a bit of ‘what you fancy’! I’ve met you a couple of times before, and I’m looking forward to it. Last time we met was in a park in the city. It was a nice, warm spring day with not too many people about. Do you remember that we sat on the bench? Do you remember how much we yearned for it? Slowly but surely, we edged closer to each other. Your arm around my shoulders, slowly caressing my cheeks, heated glances, eager hands. It wasn’t easy getting to know each other on a bench like that, so we straddled the bench and sat facing each other, discussing life’s great challenges. Your hands wandered all over my body, and our conversation became more random, but then suddenly, there was a warm hand up my jumper. Warm skin against cold fingers – I was quivering. You looked at me, and our eyes met. I