Hole in one

By Cupido

There's nothing like the fresh mountain air, waves crashing against the shore, the wind caressing your chest, the water touching your sex... This is an erotic short story collection from Cupido. The collection includes the following short stories: "Working with the petroglyphs brings forth the mythical life of the forest and the past -- and this life was full of seductive sensuality and sexuality." - Old Gods by Mikkel R "'Stay well away from my balls", the cocky golf player said." - Hole In One by Mrs Pigalopp "She takes a walk in the woods on a cool autumn day and thinks back on the warm summer when she swam in the lake and suddenly had an audience. The stranger isn't a stranger anymore..." - A Walk in the Woods by Kikki, Trondheim-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Oct 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726435788

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Hole In One

Hole In One

Original title:

Gamle guder. Hole In One. Skogstur.

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ISBN: 9788726435788

1. E-book edition, 2019

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Old Gods

by Mikkel R

I tore off my clothes and laid down on the sun-soaked stone between the petroglyphs. I enjoyed the tiredness in my muscles after the hike through the woods and the solitude out here, the freedom from all considerations, the freedom to simply lie here, naked and sweaty, without having to think about bathing or clothing. I could smell myself as part of the smell of the forest. Rich soil, my armpits, old trees, my privates.

I must’ve slept for a long time. For a brief second, I was back in the rhythm of the city, but I caught myself at it and didn’t look at the clock. The spruces had turned into tight, black silhouettes around the petroglyph area. The moon looked down on me like the pale eye of a mild-mannered God. A strange mood came over me, a sort of preparedness for something lurking out in the shadows...

I wasn't scared - what was there to be scared of? The petroglyph site was an old cult gathering spot. Many litres of animal blood, perhaps also human blood, had filled