(Picture by tima.netzi Namib desert, namibia)
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Chapter 1
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It is autumn 2016 in Europe, the sun is rising later and is leaving earlier, the sound of tweeting birds has allready disappeared from the neighbourhood, some you can still see flying on the partly grey sky heading down south. The sun shows her face fewer and fewer and you could feel the winter is coming. Its been a very interesting year for him so far, he had finished his degree, that little piece of paper that aloud him now to become a full member of society. This at least was what they told him. 'Life doesn't seem to bad' he thought to himself smoking the fifth joint of the day while the greenish yellow leaves of the ash tree he was sitting under glided down all around him. He was sitting on a plastic bench watching the skyline of Frankfurt emerging in the distance. The new European Central Bank standing out on the far left site of the man-made concrete blocks. He allways admired the view from a far and once the highness settled in he liked to forget his troubles and secrets that kept him up at night. The feeling of just not caring that rent for his appartment was ten days late again or that the dark and depressing time of year was about to start, the fact he had to ride on an old East German motorbike through the blistering cold of mid European winter again because his '66 Mercedes still wasn't running at all. Not thinking about his secrets of the past or present. He liked being high. Getting rid of that constant headache of first world problems with him being one of those men that find hopeless romantic in the idea that back in the day everything was better, more simple and with the need of living a easy lifestyle weed really helped him. He dreamed a while on how he could have grown up in the sixties and how the experience must have been so much more different from nowadays.
As he hopped on his scooter to drive the short way to home he had a last look at the city in the far that he never really liked and he wondered where he would be one year from now.
(Picture by tima.netzi, Frankfurt Main, Germany)
She was a tall and athletic woman, the freest he had been with. Her curly volumes hair complimented her high forehead and roundish face. The winter air had blushed her cheeks slightly red and the late summer sun had brought out the brownish freckles around her nose. A stunning woman of under twenty in the exiting beginnings of her young adult life. They had been in an open relation ship for over two years and also their heads would collide on various subjects they seemed happy and in love. Nothing looked like it could divide their friendship. As so many times before she opened the door for him once she heard his bike rolling into the yard and by the time she saw him her smile could not have been bigger and brighter, stretching from site to site, with magnificent white teeth surrounded by those kind of juicy lips only a mixed girl would have. Sarah was a marvellous girl. All though he loved and respected her deeply as his partner in crime, he also took big advantage of the open relationship status they had agreed up on. Two simple rules 'dont ask - dont tell' and 'dont fall in love with somebody else'. Not because he wanted to do whom ever we he desired, but more out of memory of the last serious relationship he had had and the fact that he believed that women are like birds. If you watch them fly that's when they are the most beautiful and majestic but if you would put a cadge around them, they would lose alot of their magic. If she has the need to fuck a strager at a party after a wild night out, she should feel free to do so and not get hold back by attached strings of feeling guilty, regret or shame. The same rules applied to him, so over the years with Sarah plenty of different women had tested out the wavy ride of his waterbed. This Saturday evening though she would have him all to herself, so she was hungry and seeking for some action. She felt naughty and he could tell by her eyes. These hazel brown pupils with a darker part on the outsite, encircled by long beautiful eyelashes, reminded him much of those of a young impala. They were looking into his own green once, straight into his heart and soul, seeking for his male body to comfort her needs. He was sure she had been playing with herself on the couch just before he came up the front yard and there was little to nothing that would turn him on more then the fact that she had probably all ready missed him once or twice. Her nippels were hard and pointy, showing threw the shirt she took from his closet. He could feel them as she thrusted her body against his to kiss him hello. Long balletic legs stuck out naked from underneath. He grabbed her by the waist to pull her even closer, kissing her with the passion of a long lost lover. There was no doubt that she wasn't wearing any underwear and that she was willing to fully give herself to him. Not though before he would sneak his deathly cold hand, frozen by the airstream, under the shirt. She screamed in shock of his cold fingers running down her spine. 'Now here is what's going to happen, babe.' He whispered in her neck. 'I want you to go sit down at the couch, watch me undress while you play with youself.' He raised up his other cold hand to grab her beautiful formed buttocks to silence her attend to protest. 'Dont worry! I'll be with you right away' and with a twinkle of an eye he gave her a dirty smile. 'Let me be responsible for your next orgasam'.
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Guess you have to wait for the next chapter my friends 😛😛
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