The Lawyer

By Cupido

Stories of the dominant woman or man, the couple or the strangers who explore the boundaries of sexuality with roleplay, BDSM, partner swapping or orgies wrapped in a mysterious sexy haze. This is a collection of erotic short stories from Cupido. The collection contains following short stories:"The lawyer moved in to the flat his mother was renting out. His eyes were unpleasantly dark. Was he a criminal, perhaps?" – The Lawyer by Chrisz "He is the rebellious young offender, with very little hair and lacy underwear. He gets what he deserves." – Punishment by Frode Johansen "He was 18 and on a trip to the Med with his parents; they didn't look after him well enough." – Room 216 by Mads Edmoon -

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Mar 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9788726350821

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The Lawyer

The Lawyer

Original title:

Juristen, Straff, Rom 216

Copyright © 2019, Hverdag AS/Cupido and SAGA

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ISBN: 9788726350821

1. E-book edition, 2019

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The Lawyer

by Chrisz

There was a heatwave in May that summer when the lawyer moved in. My mother had been renting out the first floor for nearly five years, ever since the divorce. The new tenant, who turned up one afternoon, was in his 40s, immaculately and beautifully dressed in a charcoal grey suit and tightly knotted tie. His hair was swept back. My mother mistakenly thought he was a concert musician owing to the violin case he had under his arm.

Music’s just a hobby, he’d explained, reassuring us that we wouldn’t be disturbed by any loud playing.

He did look more like a lawyer though, his shirt tightly buttoned and correct. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t dying of the heat in that suit.

There's only my son living here and me, my mother said, indicating me, with one hand. This is Jakob. He's 16, and he doesn’t play loud enough to disturb anyone either, she assured him, winking at me.

The lawyer gave me a firm handshake and presented himself.

He moved all his things in the next day while I was at school, but I met him later in the evening in the garden beside the little steps up