Risultati di "Sarah Skov" in Tutte le categorie

"Göğüslerimin sanki patlayacaklarmış gibi gerildiğini ve sızladığını hissediyordum. Hafifçe tezgaha yaslanarak adamın göğüslerimi sıkıca tuttuğunu, memelerimin parmaklarının arasından dışarı taştığını hayal ediyordum. Hiç kıpırdamadan durursam, elinin üzerindeki simsiyah tüylerin koluma sürtündüğünü hissedebilirdim. Nefesimi tuttum ve yüzüne bakmak için başımı kaldırırken bir anda iç çekiverdim. Gözlerim gözleriyle buluştu."

"Arabayla ormana gittikleri günü hatırlayarak gülümsedi. Ormanın kenarındaki toprak yolun üzerine park etmişti. O gün hava o kadar sıcaktı ki, serinlemek için camları açmak zorunda kalmışlardı. Üzerine çiy düşmüş çimenlerin kokusu ve ardıç kuşlarının sesi arabanın içine kadar giriyordu. Orgazm olurken öyle bir çığlık atmıştı ki, bütün kuşlar bir anda susuvermişti.

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"He pushes her against the wall in the shower. She lifts her legs over his hips, making him carry her weight. She can feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against her pussy. It's as hard as his flexing biceps." She knows that it's not appropriate. She knows that she shouldn't be reading this here, among all these other people. But she can't help herself... "Seduced in the Library" is an erotic short story about a woman who finds pleasure in a romantic erotic story in the library. Sarah Skov is a pseudonym for a young female author.

"She smiles as she thinks about the time they drove out to the forest. She parked on a small dirt road at the forests’ edge. Back when it was so warm that they had to open the windows to cool off. Back when the smell of the dew-soaked grass and the song of the blackbird made its way into their car. Back when she screamed out her orgasm, making the birds go quiet." This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

"In my memories, you're clearly present. In my dreams you're real, you're mine. Your lips find mine again. Your tongue is as playful as I remember it. Your demeanour is sensual and curious. Your laugh is so spirited. Your hands are so inquisitive. Your kisses so persistent. Your body so greedy, but also yielding. I feel the warmth of you around my cock. I sense your wet and slippery clit on my fingertips, and I feel how you tighten around me, squeezing me right before you orgasm." This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

"Dreams grew large in the 1960's, but we were convinced that everything was possible - even fucking your professor on his desk, with the rest of the university walking back and forth out in the hall without a clue." It's so many years ago, and yet, the Parisian freelance journalist cannot help thinking about her old professor every time she finishes an article. She thinks about the unforgettable hours spent in his office, how he would take her on his desk, slowly sliding inside her, making her more wet than she had ever been before or since.

"I feel my breasts getting tight and sore, as if they were about to burst. I'm leaning casually against the counter, but what no one can see is the man's hands squeezing my breasts, making the skin peek out through his fingers. If I stand perfectly still and concentrate, I can feel the tingling sensation of the small dark hairs on the back of the man's hands on my lower arm. I hold my breath and let out a quick gasp as I raise my head to observe him. I meet his gaze." This short story is published in collaboration with the Swedish filmproducer Erika Lust.

"The ice cream is the final dish. He arranged the dessert beautifully on the plate, but instead of complimenting him, I let my index finger slide into the ice cream. I turn towards him and look into his eyes, and bring my finger to my mouth. I open it slightly and observe how his gaze follows the ice cream. I wrap my lips around my finger and suck it loudly." Every night after work Anne comes home to an empty apartment, but that’s where she feels the most alive. She watches the movements of a young sexy chef in her favorite reality show.

Elenas dag starter med en hed og fantastisk drøm. Men så snart hun vågner, afløses nydelsen af sorg. Det er tidlig morgen, og regnen pisker mod ruden. Gardinerne er trukket fra, men årstiden lader ikke meget lys skinne igennem. Elena stirrer på den tomme plads ved siden af sig, og fortvivlelsen og sorgen vælter ind over hende som en kæmpe bølge. Det er i dag, at hendes elskede skal bisættes, og det eneste, hun har lyst til, er at blive slået omkuld af en bølgende orgasme, som kan få hende til at glemme. Novellen er udgivet i samarbejde med den svenske filmproducer Erika Lust.

"I 1960‘erne var drømmene store, men vi var overbeviste om, at alt kunne lade sig gøre - selv at kneppe med ens professor på hans skrivebord, mens resten af universitetet går uvidende forbi ude på gangen." Det er så mange år siden, og alligevel kan den parisiske freelancejournalist ikke lade være med at tænke på sin gamle professor, hver gang hun sætter det sidste punktum på en artikel. Hun tænker på de uforglemmelige timer på hans kontor, hvordan han tog hende på skrivebordet, lige så stille gled ind i hende og gjorde hende mere våd, end hun nogensinde har været både før og siden.

Jeg deler en lejlighed sammen med min roommate Lisa. Hun er slank og smuk, men ikke på en traditionel måde, hendes skønhed ligger i hendes kant og charme. Jeg er betaget af Lisa, den måde, hendes krop bevæger sig på, hendes brede smil og lette grin. En morgen, da jeg er alene i lejligheden, finder jeg tilfældigvis et stykke legetøj i Lisas seng. Safterne fra hende glinser hvidt på dens overflade. Det er forkert af mig, det ved jeg godt, men jeg vil så gerne smage hende. Forsigtigt lader jeg tungen glide over den glatte overflade. Smagen af hende ophidser mig og giver mig lyst til mere...

"A teraz odczuwam wdzięczność za ten czas, w którym oboje żyliśmy. Zagwarantował mi wspomnienia. W nich jesteś wyraźna. W snach jesteś realna, a w wirtualnym świecie moja. Twoje usta ponownie odnajdują moje. Język jest taki figlarny, jak go pamiętam. Twoja natura emanuje zmysłami i ciekawością. Śmiech wydaje się taki wyzwalający. Dłonie tak bardzo badawcze. Pocałunki ponaglające. Twoje ciało zachowuje się tak chciwie, a jednocześnie tak bardzo dostraja się do mojego." To opowiadanie erotyczne zostało opublikowane we współpracy ze szwedzką producentką filmową Eriką Lust.

"Het wordt stil in de ruimte. Het meisje heeft de juiste plek voor de lamp gevonden en de cameraman heeft zijn positie ingenomen. Ik heb het gevoel dat iedereen naar mij kijkt en houd mijn adem in." De fantasie van een wellustige vrouw wordt werkelijkheid wanneer zij aan de zijde van de felbegeerde pornoacteur Owen Gray optreedt in één van zijn films. De novelle is uitgegeven in samenwerking met de Zweedse filmproducente Erika Lust.