Eclat_ knew a kind place

,When I was twenty-four, I disappeared under the covers for many hours. I also lifted the shirt of the body, who was already lying in my bed and was digging into his stomach. I burrowed into his warm little belly like the inside of a ...

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Is there a kind and warm masculinity? By masculinity I mean: cruelty, Intellect, power. Do they exist(with) Masculinity in combination with goodness and warmth? Is manhood without cruelty cold and weak?   Okay ...

35_the nevermore dialogues

First, in a first step, over a long process, you lose hope, that there is a therapy for your illness in the near future. This hopelessness turns into fact, also a process, that your life, so ...

Portrait_Mel

I guess that was Mel, what is called gifted. I wasn't interested. Outwardly she still walked around like a child, that the mother wore. She wasn't inconspicuous, her ashen locks bobbed during each of her snagging S ...

Memory_Carmela

Her name was Carmela Milazzo. Her father worked in the village factory by the river. For a year she sat right behind me, and when the teacher called her name, schnellte ich herum und starrte Carmela Milazzo an. She sat there, like a dream, she seemed e.g ...

Memory_Lisa

Lisa was the prettiest in the village, but she lived in the most dilapidated house on the railway embankment. Lisa was omnipresent: her swaying form, she already had breasts, her blue ones, eyes wreathed with lashes, ihre Stupsnase und die schulterlangen dunkelblonden Lo ...