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Friday. I make it home just in time before the first of my friends show up to dance. I wait a little curious as to whether the new is coming back. The departure last time's not gone so well. And I found him in front of so much promise. Well, maybe it's gone well. He definitely was not affectionate. Viola ... this gossip aunt says, I think.

It is not true that I never seriously. I'm looking for just the right one and why should I not have fun here? Also, I do not know how long I was in Germany may remain. It's okay. I have found friends and earn money with what I enjoy. But in the beginning it was not easy. The language is so hard for me and no one comes very far. While many German speaking English, but few want to speak English in their spare time. Only when I started to speak German, I have found real friends. Before that my friends were also more foreigners like me and usually do not stay long.

So at eight make up my friends. I welcome them with a hug, how to do that here among people you like. Also, I welcome this Henrik so as he, like the last time quite late for us on the roof meets. I wonder whether he is today directly from work. He looked really good in the suit. Really. I like men, which is such a thing. You have such a charisma that turns me on. Even as a teenager in the hotel, which has worked in my father, I found the business men sexy. The thought distracted me but from just from dancing. So I try not to notice the man further. As if nothing had happened. Henrik is also taking anything that could point to our meeting yesterday.

It's okay. Really good. Very good indeed. Easily given.

I focus on the group as a whole and on dance. However, I get to immediately, as Ralf is for Henrik. The women just dance alone.

"We want to go after the neighborhood," says Ralf him. "Do come with me?"

"Sounds good." Henrik smile on this little cool but not unfriendly Art He rubs his blond hair casually from the sweaty forehead. Even without the suit, he made an appearance. Casual, cool and sexy. "But first I must go home yet, come straight from work. When and where you meet you? Or is she right after? "

" No, you're not the only one who needs to look more chic. "Ralf smiled indulgently. He called the bar where they want to meet, and describes him how he got there. I am not listening on. The group goes every Friday out together, who has the desire and time at least. Concerns me something else. So with Henrik determined again his suit? ... I remember the German word not. No matter. If I just think of me is hot.

"Hey here either! Do not flirt! Dance, "I'll call in between. Wink them but, before I focus once again to lead the group. I still have all the time, thinking how sexy Henrik has looked in his suit. Maybe I should go with evening and again today. Then I could deepen with Henrik. I think it's okay. He is not a barnacle. But if he wants to go home to get changed ... I do not know. Actually I want him dear in the suit. Damn. I look at him. He dances really well. A very little bit too stiff. Not notice that it would - I of course already, but I suspect otherwise none of those present. It also fits well with him somehow. Underline his personal touch. Maybe I should go with really. Whether or not a Suit Suit. I fancy him.

Then I can take him as well right now. How sweaty he is. Or take my leave. It surprised me that he was bottom so much. He even came very quickly. It was very hot. Damn hot.

"Enough for today," I shout and clap their hands. Actually still have five minutes, but I can not concentrate more and sweatpants under my wide hides a large swelling. I can not dance. Not so.

clap with the other. Immediately talk to each other by all. Someone comes to me and asks me if I'll be there tonight. As always, I give myself undecided. I decide anything rather spontaneously. In two hours if I have a mind to do something, then I will do that. If not, there are at least no one would have to cancel the I. I let myself to a superficial conversation, follow it but Henrik inconspicuous with my eyes. He chats briefly with Katrina and Tanya. Then he goes one of the first down the stairs to the balcony.

I detach myself from the conversation with Momo - Actually he has another one: a German name that starts with Mo - Moritz - but which I could not pronounce at first. Therefore, I call him only Momo. He is the youngest dancer here. A nice guy, even gay, but looking for something serious. I will therefore exceptionally hands off him. He in return from me. So I say goodbye to him and Henrik follow down the stairs. Just in time to see how he disappears the first time in the bathroom. With his sports bag. I assume that he takes a shower and moves.

attracts His Suit ...

Damn.

I act, without thinking. Hastily, I disappear into my bedroom, and search my drawer with the toys. Behind closed doors I do not hesitate a long time and decide for myself the simple, black butt plug. My head is built up quickly on a fantasy - like a choreography. What I'll do what he will do and what we will do then. Long prelude is not in it, so I stretch before me now already. And I listen carefully to the shower in the next room. Fortunately he has chosen. This time he takes a shower not so glorious as long on Wednesday. Sorry. It was very exciting to watch him there.

I'm still in time ready to wait at the door on him. He actually carries his suit again when he steps out of the bathroom. The top buttons of the shirt he has not closed. This is beyond my imagination even more. Grinning, I lean against the wall. He seems a little surprised to see me. Even more, when I grab his arm and pull without hesitation toward the bedroom. Since he does not resist, we find ourselves back in it after all. I close the door. There are too many people are there that might disturb us. Full of expectation, I turn to him. As he stands ... A slightly raised eyebrow, the eyes narrowed on the other side easily. The arms across your chest. And the suit ... I am running out of words. At least the German one.

"I really need you to fuck me like this," I confess to him softly falling, and before he could comment on the other hand, before him on the knee. I quickly open the zipper of his pants and go with my hand through the slot, to feel for his tail.

"Like what?" He asks perplexed and moaning softly as I would find. I like his voice. And his accent.

"In a suit," I say search and admission in his underpants.

"Do you have a fetish or what?"

"Kind of ..." Grinning, I look up to him and deliver his still flaccid sex out of his pants without opening the button. I do not need long to get him hard. Although he still seems confused.

stülpen My lips over his penis and suck his penis deep into my mouth. With a suppressed sigh, can give me Henrik. It does not actually , until his cock rises steeply. Only then I let off him and drag me down already getting up the pants. I lay flat on my bed and gasp softly as the butt plug presses against my prostate. I spread my legs to show him what to expect.

"Oh my God." He swallowed audibly and with a few steps with me. Over his shoulder I see his smile as he sits on the edge of the bed. "Have you danced around it?"

"no." I laugh softly.

seems to calm him. Teasing his hand pressed against the simple, black part in my ass. He pushes it slightly back and forth. Long as I can not stand it. It drives me almost mad. I want more. Him.

"Hurry," I gasp with longing. "Fuck me."

"... horny." He speaks the words out slowly, as if he'd have to think a while before it occurred to him. But a little complacent, apparently because it fits well in his opinion. Does it, too.

"Yeah," I confirm self-deprecating and laugh again. "Please, hurry. "

By Henrik comes to a gentle puff. He reaches for the drawer and takes out her one of my condoms. After he has routinely rolled over, he pulls the last butt plug from my ass. Very slowly. I have the feeling that they alone have to get away. But I pull myself together. Not yet. First I want to have it in me. First, I want him to fuck me.

At last I can feel his penis against my slightly open rosette suppressed. It penetrates easily into me and groans hoarse as he was up to the root in me. I feel his pants, which pressed against my ass. Even more so I feel it in me. He fills me comfortable. I quickly get used to his size, not that it hurts me or I feel too little. Just perfect.

Henrik Carefully hold still, so I get used to it. But I have already. I want more! I start to move around restlessly against him. But Henry still keeps quiet. With a faint whimpering sound I push myself to meet him on. He is now common. I breathe frustrated as he still does not soften the leaves and look over my shoulder at him. His view is between are addressed. Equally excited as he grins mischievously. Apparently it makes him, I watch as I try to animate him. Then I meet the gaze of his green eyes. Roguishly it to flash, before he completely withdraws from me.

What a bastard! Before I can protest

, he directs but also has a smile. "Turn around. So you can not see but my suit. "

suit. Yeah, that's the word. Grinning, I turn around and put on my leg. Where he is right, he's right. Around so I think it is better. With a sarcastic expression about his mouth strikes Henrik me a lock of hair from the face, before he again attaches and penetrates into me. "How do you like it?"

"Hard", I groaned and shut his eyes dreamily. "And fast ... I mean fast."

He probably would have understood even without my stammered translation. It can not be asked twice. His loins hard hit on my buttocks, which elicits from me an enthusiastic moaning, since I feel his pants and pointed out will, that he still carries his great suit. Suit. Suit. I open my eyes again and look at him greedy. Henrik's mouth twitches slightly, and it increases a little more. He fucks me really hard.

God, I do not long hold on. Fortunately, I've prepared well lubricated. Panting, I lay my head back, then I look back at him and caress me jittery themselves being somehow slightly stern look, which is aimed at my hand, makes me even more. It all fits together. This secret fantasy of mine to be addressed, which I have never lived so intensely. It fits perfectly into this fantasy.

With one last groan, I pour myself on my belly. It gives me an extra kick, as Henrik at the next maneuver will also impact quality. Breathless, he is supported above me. His eyes are firmly pressed. The Bottom

he looked quite different from what he has come. More tender. Vulnerable.

Now he is hot especially.

is, however, distanced his eyes when he opens his eyes again and looks down on me. He pulls back without hesitation from me. "That was kinky."

I smile just because I'm not sure what exactly he says. Gently push me further on the bed to be comfortable. Here I will it is not the eyes.

"Why suits?" He asks, after he has disposed of the condom negligent and has set an angle on the edge of the bed so that he faces me. Oh, he says ... Well, there are probably worse fetishes.

"No idea," I say and laugh softly. Of course, I have a hunch, but I do not tie him on the nose. I roll on my side, so I'm facing him. He looks at me a little dissatisfied. Probably because I do not like to answer him. So I try to relax the situation and would stretch out my hand to him and stroke on his leg.

said "It is of BOSS," Henrik cool.

I need a moment to the statement of the origin of the assets of his suit. Then I amused grin. Should I care? "Yeah?"

"Yes." He nodded soberly.

"Expensive is not it?" I inquire loose me.

"It is."

"Do you earn good?"

"Yes."

He is still a hot track when he is so cool. God, what with him? I suspect that it does not please him that I wanted him in the suit. Kinky, he called it. What interests me the suit a shit. I think he is hot. The suit itself - BOSS or off the shelf - I do not care. I shake my head, smiling. "If you ..."

"The suit or the salary?" He asks dryly.

"Both, I suppose," I mean me and stretch. "Anyway, it's good that you are not a professional dancer become art. That would not fit so well. Even if you can dance well. "

" My opinion, "he agrees with me and stands up abruptly. He directed his suit a bit. On his shirt is liable to add a splash of my sperm. He seems at the same time to notice and is looking to looking in my room. His gaze remains fixed on elements of my organization, as if they notice the first time. For that he had probably been no opportunity.

It is a simple room. White walls. Black and white pictures with dance scenes on it. Dark furniture. I do not make a lot of Worry about such things

"Are you really well later on with the neighborhood?" He inquired casually.

"still do not know." I roll my contributions to the other side of the bed, open a drawer of the bed box and then put a pack of paper towels on the bed. Then he looks likely.

fact, he plucks one from the pack now and winces slightly as sounds from the kitchen a chuckle. Whether they have heard us? Probably. I was not very quiet. Sighing, Henry wipes the semen from the fabric his shirt. The cloth he can casually drop into the trash. He then went towards the door. "Well then until this week."

"Uh yeah ..." Confused, I look for him. And he's gone. Which is even worse than me. Seems like he would always jump right to hurry out of bed, if he just had sex. Or the fact he takes my bad with the suit. Perhaps I should explain it to him yet. It's no big secret. I like to keep good men in suits. They excite me. Point.

am After a while, and I slip on in my jogging pants. Crouching in the kitchen a few of my friends. I put his head in the door and to wink at them. "Have you no home?"

"It's so cozy," mocks Boris. "This noise in particular." He imitated my moans. ". Even if it was over very quickly"

I track him tongue out and declare: "I am now showering or is someone still in there?"

"Yes, Katrina, but the other would be free. Your poor victim ran off to shower at least without, "said Viola. "And I warned him."

"Oh, do not worry," I reassure her. "Henrik is not so sensitive."

"How do you know that. You have seen him only twice and the same besprungen. "

" Or you can mount, "added Boris, who know how to listen to me in the changing situation.

I roll my eyes and neglect to educate them about it, that it was the second time already. Instead, I go shower and hope that they're gone, when I'm done. My thoughts go back to Henrik. The could have stayed quiet longer. However, the mood between us in the end not like it. I should really clarify. If he has something to get the suit in the wrong way, it is perhaps not the training. I would find a pity. I would imagine that we could make friends well. After all, he is new in town and certainly looks more friends. Ado decide I still go out with.

"At ten in the usual bar, right?" I inquire, come when I wrapped the towel from the bathroom.

"Yes! Will you come too? ", The bells are back from the kitchen. Ralf's voice.

"Probably." Binding I will not. Until then, I have considered me ten times back and forth. Actually, I could be thinking too easy and if it is as much a coin toss. In principle, it would amount to the same. Ultimately, I decide from the gut. This I usually go best.

But I'm already at what I could put on me. Me to move yet again, I will not like. So I slip right into my favorite jeans, the choice of the upper part but then move on later. Only jeans I return to my friends in the kitchen. I'm mighty thirsty. Randomly I reach into the fridge and get hold of still water with apple flavor. No idea why, but I love this artificial stuff. Greedy I empty half the bottle in a train.

"Wow, is there but a thirsty," says Viola fixed. "But this is indeed exhausting to dance first, then sex with no respite in between."

"I do not want to talk about my sex life with you. That's none of you. "

" That's what makes it so much fun, "Ralf replied with a smile and patting my bare shoulder. Ralf, Boris and Viola are the only ones still there. All others have already run away. Perhaps the remaining are for this reason as violently. "So how is it so?"

"Who?" Ask me stupid and I just smile.

"You know very well: this Henrik" Viola groaning with impatience.

"How would you like?" I ask back.

"Now in bed, for example?"

"Well, he can not be sustained. That was a quickie as it appears in the book, "Boris says snide remarks.

"I was horny -? Okay," I declare, laughing. "He has adapted. So he is probably quite good in bed. More I can not say it. Topic closed. "

" No, not so fast. I'm terribly curious about this guy. "Viola slipping excitedly in her chair back and forth. "Why is he always so stuffy with clothes and is not a professional dancer?"

"He is a lawyer," I explain. "And I think that fits very well with him, both the suit and of the professionals. As a professional, he would not be good enough. "

" He dances just great, "replied Boris. "Such a strong charisma has it."

"Exactly. He is good enough for groups and the background, "I agree. "But I think that it would not be enough. He probably thinks he is -. And that is the reason "

Suddenly I can see the three weird. I raise my eyebrows and smile uncertainly, "What?"

"When you have found out that your over him?" Inquires Ralf. "I was Wednesday in the kitchen there when you have to talk to you. Since you have almost talked only about you. "

" You were not up to the end there, "I reply and I can not resist a grin.

"Oh no! You did not ... "With an open mouth stunned Viola's head. "Julian! On the first night "

" Nothing can burn, what, "mocks Boris -? Not stunned, but very well maintained.

"It helped that Viola has warned him about me," I give to smile. "Otherwise he would have been more cautious. So, however, he has been waiting on it really. He said:., Ticking because I like '"

Viola sighs: "men"

"Hey," complained Ralf. "Not everyone is so ..."

"No, Momo is not so," I agree and accept Ralf implicitly from the race. "And I have Momo never touched, so ... No worries here."

"Okay, so you come with today?" Hooked after Boris. "This is Henry, too."

"I know." That is the reason why I want to go. But I better leave The unmentioned. "I do not care."

Somehow it seems to bring this matter up with the idea that they should gradually but home to get changed and make it pretty. I am also very glad that I have to talk no more about Henrik. This is so stressful. Especially when I still want to have fun.



I do not have a top that I like. This finding should I do when I'm finally in front of my closet and lost in his inner rigid. Damn, I should wash it. Now it's too late. So I'm probably still not ... Within five minutes I decide to go back and pull up one after each shirt and shirt from the closet, hidden in it. After I spread it all over my room and put on the half and had rejected, I finally stumble on a plain black shirt. So you can not really do much wrong. I have to try and lo and behold, it fits even better. No idea when I bought it. Maybe it's not even mine.

With a quarter of an hour late to reach the bar, where the group still meets. It is not yet moved on to happiness. Latest in this case I would indeed be reversed. With a view from the entrance I check who else is there. Actually, just the usual suspects. And then just Henrik. He stands next to Momo. They talk quite intense. A little too intense for my taste. This could be because even without Henrik suit looks very good. It bears a closer jeans, Chucks and a dark green, close-fitting end T-shirt that certainly fits well with his eyes. He looks pretty young. I have no idea how old he is. In any case, it fits well with the group. A lawyer remembers nothing about him.

My goodness, I stare. Courageously, I detach myself from my observation post and am approaching the group. Not Henrik and Momo. That can wait. First, I join Katrina and Tanya. They greet me with a hug, even though we have just seen the first. Their eyes in the direction of Henry suggests that they are not our meeting in my bedroom has remained hidden. But fortunately they do not speak of it.

"Nice to have you come," says Katrin. "You were not here in forever. Had today did not expect you ... " If the

but an allusion to Henry and me to be, then I ignore them. "Yes, I did not know whether I still have joy. Let's see how long I think. Do you already know where we go? "

They know. A disco in the area, brings an eclectic mix of music. After all, with no dress code. I hate it when I can not wear sneakers. My gaze wanders off to Henrik. He wears Converse. Amazing that I find him just as attractive but, like fine in his leather shoes. Maybe even a little more because I know he can afford something else. Momo I consider for a moment. He smiles at Henrik charming and strums with his long eyelashes. Apparently he is the only one here who has not noticed from the little interlude before. To me he has always made a wide arc ... But maybe that was not so much of my call. Maybe I'm just not his type and Henrik already.

"Momo burns his fingers on the" I mumble in Katrin's direction.

"Everyone must make his own experiences," replied the smiling. "And you got your but already, as I have heard."

I nod with a grin. However, I was not ready. "But when Momo's friends, we should perhaps warn him? Henrik is faster out of your bed than you can say Amen after orgasm. "

" Are you doing what is normal? "Interferes Tanja amused.

"If it was a good man," I reply, laughing. "No, seriously. The guy is so cool that one is stuck with the tongue when you lick on him. I mean it just fine. It is not our love for Momo. "

" Show me your tongue, "Katrina asked, giggling. "I hope you have no freezer burn've got it. "

fact, I stretch out her tongue. "Yuck! You know what I am. "

" freezer burn? Get not only food? "Wonders Tanja amused. "Why do you take Momo then after not just one side and make a suggestion? Or are we supposed to do about? "

I had hoped. Maybe I should start to Viola. The mother has more of these protective instincts. But there is now too late. I shrug my shoulders with a smile. I can think of another better. "Let's see ..."

"Hey Julian is still there! When are you come? "Marvels Ralf and wraps his arms around me. His breath smells like he had already emptied half the bar. His devotion is further evidence. Actually, he is heterosexual. "Did you just sneaked inside, without saying hello."

"Hello," I say with a smile and pat him on the shoulder. "We have just seen us before."

"But anyway," complains Ralf and still does not seem willing to let go of me.

Grinning I submit it on to Boris, who is built next to us was helpful. Boris is gay and has no objection to be hugged by Ralf. On the contrary. But Ralf knows himself in a drunken state and dissolves rapidly from him, to Viola to stagger on.

"do not come Well, probably more," Boris says cheerfully. "Then we can actually go ... Or do you still drink?"

"I never drink," ANSWER I look back and telling to Ralf, who has now hung on viola.

"Coke or something ..." he directs and winks at me. "But you can also drink afterwards."

Do I look like. Together we ring in the dawn. All drink from their respective drinks and we finally left the bar together, we run down the Reeperbahn, in order to arrive at the appropriate discount. As always a lot going on and we go in small groups to give us better weave through the oncoming pedestrians can. It does not please me that I Momo and thereby lose sight of Henrik. Accordingly, I am relieved when we finally all stand in line at the inlet. We were already knows. We come in without problems.

A few of us leave at once on the dance floor. I still hesitate and watch Momo and Henrik disappear with the other group in the direction bar. Ralf Viola and her, too. Not my favorite group. Katrina and Tanya go dancing with Boris. And then there are only Dennis and Carol. The two are together and can not seem to agree which group they want to join. I still do not know.

"Hey Julian! "A hand settles on my shoulder and warm breath caresses my ear, has the deep voice yelled in the straight. Otherwise, communication is not possible due to the loud music. I must first go to a little distance and then recognize Michael. Blond, handsome boy in his early twenties. Student as far as I know.

"Hi Michael," I greet him back with a grin, and take him briefly in his arms. It feels good. Large and slender as he is. Tight muscles. We had a lot of fun. His penis is a gem.

"Not much longer seen," he states and then looks me in his blue eyes.

I smile broadly at him. "No, it's almost too long. What are you so driven? "

" The usual stuff, "he said, shrugging. "Do you drink?"

"Sure, why not?" I agree and let him take me from the direction of bars. There are still others. I had forgotten. Henrik also I had forgotten when I looked into Michael's eyes. Now it falls to me again. And Momo. Actually, Momo and Michael would be much better match. Of course Michael Momo would hurt too, but at his age it is still committed to forgive these errors. Momo could forgive him and Michael could still change. "Do you know you really?"

, I inquire. I have involuntarily both controlled at the bar and Michael followed me indiscriminately. "Momo, Michael, Henrik."

"Moritz", improved install Momo.

I laugh softly. "Momo."

Michael charming smiles. "That sounds sweet."

then blushes Momo and his gaze wanders restlessly to Henrik. But his eyes are unfathomable to me. I answer their eyes and grin at him defiantly. The atmosphere changes noticeably. "Exactly. So Momo fits him better. Indeed, he is very sweet and still so young. "

Momo's face paint is still a shade darker. It sparkles at me in a mixture of shame and anger. But I just smile. Even if I scrape a little pride, I save it actually just in front of even greater injury.

"But not younger than me, right?" Interferes Michael. Perhaps to Momo to take in the protection. "Did you drink something, Julian?"

"Um, yes, a Coke," I acknowledge and smile at Momo. "Yes, I guess you're about the same age."

"Aha." Momo blinked in confusion. Unsure he looks up to Michael. Which would have about two years older than himself Henry, however, is determined already ten years older. This brings me back to the question of how old he is.

Henrik has been the way, yet said nothing. Now he crosses his arms over his chest and smiled coolly. "And how do you know you?"

"coincidence," I answered casually.

"We once met here somewhere," brings Michael, who has already passed his request to the bartender. "But it's been a while." At the rate he looks at Momo. I hope that this is not a coincidence. "And she knows you from dancing? "

" Yes, "said Momo. "Taking an example?"

"This was advised," Michael admits, laughing. "To be seen as a layman definitely need to dance it well."

"Well, we definitely have before", I mean. "Why do you show him not even know what you can, Momo?"

"Um, maybe later," breathed the move.

"Michael is dancing not bad." God, kids, it makes me not so difficult. I smile at Michael challenging. "For a layman."

"Pah." The shakes his head. "Here in a confined area is not only skill. But why not now? "He clearly wants to flirt, as he smiles at Momo. But he is also sweet with its dark curls and big brown eyes. "Maybe I'm learning what to yes."

short Momo switched to Henrik. Then he pulls himself together and smiled bravely up at Michael. "Well good. "

I'm about to applaud it. This has indeed worked very well. Michael hesitates for a second. Perhaps he feared that it was Momo again mind. He grabs his hand and together they aim at the dance floor. The drinks, which stresses the bartender for me and now Michael has probably forgotten that. Without further ado, I pay and move to the Coke Henrik Michael.

With a modest smile she takes the contrary. His green eyes myself patterns. Unfortunately, I will not look out of their very clever. And then they turn itself off again and look for the two guys on the dance floor. He snorted softly. "What was that?"

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Well, what good?" He shakes his head. "They had no chance ..."

"fits quite well," I mean, grinning. "At least better than you at Momo."

"Ah yes ... Then was your intervention so pure intent." He does not sound surprised. "And why, may I ask, I take care not to - Momo"

"You you said yourself that you ticks like me, "I reply and take a sip from my cold cola. Michael villain of this ... This is not a pure coke. I drink it anyway. "And Momo is ticking now with a difference. He would fall in love ruckzuck in you. "

" Hm, "muttered Henry. "Do not you think I would have noticed that time?"

"No idea. And I do not know whether you can stay away from him if you had noticed it. "I look at him from the side. "Would you? "

" I was not going to rise today night with him in the chest, if you think that. "Thoughtfully, he takes a sip of Coke and Michael makes a face. "How young are the two really?"

"Why?"

"This is pure coke."

"Oh, that's mine." I take him out of the glass hand and hand him the cola-rum mixture. "Momo is sweet nineteen and Michael maybe twenty-one. How old are you? "

" Thirty. "

"Hui ..." I breathe fresh.

"And you?", He wants to know now.

"only twenty-nine," I admit and wink.

"Ah yes ..." He grins Matt. This time it seems his cola to taste better.

I decide to take the bull by the horns. "Before, when you're cut off so quickly ... it had a reason? I mean, I've got you angry? "

" Why? Were not you ready yet? "The Frage ist merkwürdig. Ich kann seinen Ton auch gar nicht deuten. Seinen Blick ebenso wenig, aber das ist ja nichts Neues.

„Ähm na ja“, murmle ich. „Nein … Ich meine, doch, aber …“ Verdammt, was labere ich für eine Scheiße. „Du bist so schnell aufgesprungen, also nehme ich an, dass ich dich mit etwas vertrieben habe. Ich verstehe aber nicht, mit was … Ich meine, dass ich scharf auf dich im Anzug war, kannst du mir kaum so übelnehmen, immerhin war ich davor auch schon scharf auf dich. Es war also nicht nur der Anzug …“

"Why suits, Julian?" He asks simply.

So is it because I wanted him to answer the question. I roll with the eyes. "This is no big deal. I told you yet, that my father is working in hotels? Since many business men are single and assumed. I've always found sexy. This has spread to the clothing. Not because there is more behind. Other people like big noses .... "

Henrik amused smiles and takes another sip of Coke Michaels. The two sweeteners are still disappeared on the dance floor. I am itching in your fingers to follow them. Therefore, I slip on a little closer to Henrik. "And what are you on?"

"variety," he replies.

His voice is like a cold shower. Is he saying that goes twice? Probably he is right. I also usually. I am therefore not crooked and decide the dull sense of my wounded pride, smile away. "Who does not?"

Yes, who does not? I fuck not just men in suits. Also types in tight jeans and shoes, rubber and fabric sails. Or types, are the naked in my shower. That's very diverse. Only a stupid accident that in recent times he is me on. The whole place here is full and I had so far only has eyes for him. Even Michael I let myself go through their fingers. And now he tells me in a roundabout way that he no longer has to block me. Nice. Very nice. Fuck you, Henry!

My eyes wander to the dance floor. Which is well filled, but I do not need long to Momo identify who - contrary to his otherwise so shy type - really dance on it to, so that Michael only has eyes for him. I would now mean, I could change that yet. But I'm not mean. I do not begrudge Momo the large bulge in pants Michaels. The radiant smile of the Sunny Boys. The covetous twitching of his hands, as Momo approaches him and he wants to grab him. The two are real sugar. And I am envious.

Oh what the heck? I empty my coke and look at Henrik. "Want to dance?"

"Just do not."

The second rejection. Great! "Well, I did."

Next Moment I discover Katrina and Tanya on the dance floor and headed for them. I do not look back to Henry. What I wish I had said. Actually, much more, with the result that he has rejected me twice. A third time such a thing happened to me. So I go out of the way he's better.

"Hey!", Greets me and Tanya dancing gallantly up to me.

I refer to their movement and dance for a while with her. Then I got tired of it. I turn to Boris. Somehow I now need a man who would be ready at any time with me to go to bed. Boris would do that. I know he finds me hot. Although it is physically clean. That's all I ask not do that anyway.

"Is what, Julian?" Inquired Boris, who wrapped an arm around me in order to draw me to himself and me to scream in his ear.

"no. Why?

"You smile not, sweetie," he says. "When you dance, you smile always ... And otherwise usual"

"Just tired," I say.

"Long day?" His hand caresses my page.

"Just tired," I say simply.

"Want a Coke?"

"No, I want to dance!"

"Okay ..." Suddenly he leans forward and gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead. On the forehead!

I see him outraged. "If then kiss me right."

Boris shakes his head and stroked my cheek. "If you tell me honestly, what's going on. "

" Nothing ... "Only now that I was the third time rejected. His kiss is not worth such a confession. Frustrated, I make myself free from his arms and turn away from him. I do not come far since his arms grab me from behind and he pulls me back to his body. Now I do not like anymore. I grab his hands in order to break away from me. If no one really wants to dance with me, I just dance alone. I close my eyes, and hide the rest of the world. Just me and the music left behind. She leaves I never.

Soon I had really forgotten what happened around me. What was, who I am ... about anything. It's just a matter of feeling the music and put it into motion. No Community act only the music and me. My muscles move independently. In my mind created this image. I know how I tighten my body needs to produce a desired effect. After a while I feel a kind of weightlessness. It is the feeling that I strive for every time I dance. Better than sex. Pure ecstasy. Why do I need anyone who I can give my self here?

The music changes. I put me involuntarily new to them. It is wild. I open my eyes to bump anyone. But I much space around me. Some pairs of eyes are on me. That gives me nothing. I continue to ignore them. Pay only on the music and use now also the place that I have. I can smile again.



Anm.dA: Thank you to B-chan for refueling. :)

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It is my fifth attempt to find the right dance studio. Sighing, I look at the old brick facade of the building in front of me. Behind it is supposedly a good studio. Not well known, not very big and not very favorable. They do not offer courses for beginners. I found that somehow promising. For experts only. Suitable for professional dancers. A friend at three corners has recommended it to me. I can not find out much, but I prefer small studios in each case larger. It would I be embarrassed if someone is sitting in the courtroom, this side of me knows.

enter with not too high expectations of me, the old building. Of course there is no elevator and the studio is on the top floor. The Fifth. But I'm here to stay fit. I just got way too long not moving properly. On the second floor I can already hear the music. RnB. Apparently, the course has already begun. However, I had been able to find any information on a precise timetable. My source said only: "Just come and have fun. They look forward to each new face. "

Well, I am wondering whether the well true. Half way I will become obsolete. The young woman looks at me curiously from the side. Her gaze falls short of my gym bag, but remains hanging on my tie. I come directly from the Registry. Her eyebrows twitch surprised, but then it gives me a big smile. She has a very expressive face. "Do you want to Julian?"

It speaks the names in English. I'm not sure if this actually Julian from English-speaking or is it because their dark skin suggests exotic roots. Also, I have no idea who is Julian. But I return her smile. She wears her dance outfit already: comfortable jazz pants and a tight Vest. These shoes and a headband. Their curly, black hair tied in a small Stummelschwänzchen back. She looks younger than me.

"to the dance studio above," I explain.

She nods as though I had confirmed it. Accordingly, that Julian is probably the course tonight. "Are you new? I have not seen you yet. "

" Yes, I am today for the first time there. I wanted to watch a minute, " I answer and add even more ". I'm new in town"

"Well then welcome. How did you hear about Julian's studio? "

" Through a friend, "I reply. "Is he good?"

"Oh yes, he is a wonderful choreographer and teacher at the Stage School ..."

I feel a little stupid. Sounds like everyone should know who finds their way here. However, I have never heard of this Julian. I'm looking for are not so very Choreography outside of my own courses. It's fun to learn even what, but I'm watching any music videos or dance shows, to watch others do it.

"That sounds good," I am therefore only.

"Dance for a long time?"

"It goes," I answered modestly. "And you? I am the way, Henrik. "

" Viola. I dance since I can remember. And professionally. Am a musical actress. "Her gaze is once again hanging on my tie. How superficial can you actually be. I'm not defending the need me. Instead, I pretend that I would notice at all their views.

"Really? Trittst you currently on somewhere? "

" Yes, The Lion King. "She smiles proudly.

I nod approvingly. "And what part? I have not had a chance to see it myself. "

She tells me that she is one of the background dancers. So it's probably not bad that I did not recognize. After all, it seems it is not me resent. I steer the subject back to the studio. Meanwhile, we have arrived almost at the top. "And many professional dancers at this studio?"

"Yes, even predominantly. It is mainly known by Julian himself, he makes even just for fun after work. It is his private studio. "She smiles again a little strange. "Well, get ready for something. Julian rehearsing with us his new choreography in order to expand. It is often very chaotic. And it is demanding, you have to have to keep the steps right after the first time. "

I nod. This presents no difficulty for me dar. Although I still want to wait, what are these steps. If they are completely unknown to me, I should better represent the rear.

"Oh, and ... You should beware before Julian. Private I mean. He is very passionate, but it never says seriously. I do not know whether you are for something sensitive. But the warning to get all new to me -. Explicitly with blond hair "She winks at me. We are now up on the last landing. Before us the open door of the studio. "Broken hearts are the most common exit reason."

"Ah, thank you." This is no exit reason rather another reason to be curious. I'm looking for something serious either. However, I have no idea of the Julian. Maybe he's not my type. Or I am not his. Blonde hair or not to move ...

"Here you can get. The warming has already begun. "Viola points to a door and then has an open end of the corridor. "As you go on the roof. We dance in the summer always there, unless it rains. Just across the living room and then through to the balcony. There is the stairs. "

" Okay, thank you. "I enter the locker room. He turns out to be small chamber with no windows. I would call them closet. Here are some items of clothing are on temporary folding chairs. Both male and female. Very small studio - you know it. And on the roof. I'm always curious. Is indeed almost an adventure.

I quickly rid myself of the suit and slip into training pants and muscle shirt. Not that I'm very bashful, but I do not want to be up late . Arrive I put my things carelessly into a corner on the floor. It is no longer chair was free. My shoes I hide under it. The Italian designer pieces are falling here but a little on too much. And I'm attached to them. Of course I hope that I unnecessarily worried about it, but better safe than sorry.

Finally I walk through the apartment. The living room seems usually to serve as a studio. There is a large area and one side is completely mirrored. The furniture in it seem grotesquely out of place. There is a comfortable sitting area of light leather. Close There is a large flat screen. Further away an expensive stereo system.

I step onto the balcony. In fact, from there a narrow metal stairway to the roof. Not for people with vertigo. Quite well, I also feel me. It is possible down to sit and watch me grow up without. At the top it goes again. Here are already gathered nearly a dozen dancers. I can make no one to guide them. They seem to warm up yet. A little unsure I stop and look around for Viola. She seems too busy to notice me. Suddenly

released from the dancers a man His black hair is tied back in a braid. He has a Mediterranean complexion - a bright ocher - and all the more whiter teeth when he grins at me now friendly. Its attractive facial features are exotic, but I can not assign them nationality. With a few steps, he reached me and stretched out his hand. "Hi, I'm Julian."

"Henrik", I imagine his smile and reply, as I shake the offered hand. So the dance teacher personally. "Marc Fricke up has recommended to me. I thought I would drop by and see me, what drives you so. "

" view does not exist. "He winks at me. A weak accent resonates in his words, but I can not identify it. Perhaps English. ". Participate Only"

"Well, I had hoped," I assure and smile - I hope - likeable.

"Good," he says. The look in his surprisingly bright eyes wander over my body. I hope he can find me nearly as attractive as I did. With his long hair, I'm not sure, but like the rest of me exceptionally well. Above all, the athletic body - every muscle trained by years of dancing. A term that I aspire too. With the muscle workout that I operate in addition, I get prominent but that my muscles defined, but not the concentrated body tension, expressing his position.

"... a little too fast, you can ask anyone."

I get with only half of what he says - I'm so busy looking at his hands - and just nod. Beautiful hands. Since I am a bit fetishistic. His back is lightly veined and slightly hairy. He has long masculine fingers. Definitely well maintained. No ring.

"Where have you been dancing everywhere?" He asked. "You're a professional, right?"

"No, not a professional." I fold a little uneasy with his hands behind his back. Maybe I am hereby but overrated. "I have lived until recently in Stuttgart. "Then I call him the studio, where I've danced. But it seems to say.

"Well, if anyone has hergeschickt Marc, I suppose even that you're not a beginner." Julian casually shrugs his shoulders. "Let's see how it works."

"Good idea." I still decide to put me back.

But Julian is unfortunately not the case. After warming up, he asks me to the front, introduced myself and then thinks that I should stop the front where he can see me. It do not really like. Especially since here there is also no mirror. I can not even see how I am instead, and must rely entirely on my body feeling. However, the nervousness is quite fast after I saw Julian's first steps. You are not completely unknown to me, although I have never seen in this combination. His style is different than anything I've ever met. He moves beautifully. Even the long hair - they are really very long, up over the shoulder blades - I like it. Otherwise I am rather short hair. I find in myself even more practical.

It's fun. I quickly customize and copy their steps. The others also have to improvise, but as far as I am not for me. I will first see inside completely. Soon I also understand what Viola meant by chaotic. During the next hour throws Julian to the sequence of steps over again. It costs a lot of concentration to follow. But I'm not the only one who is mistaken and there. All the while resting Julians light gray eyes appraising us. He adds here and there to add something to it and also the ideas of the other dancers. He laughs a lot and thus provides a loose, cheerful atmosphere.

"Okay, then I will not torment you any longer," Julian finally calls and claps his hands. "You were as always wonderful."

We in the applause with a. There are still stretched the muscles. Here and there are little groups. I'm not surprised that I am engaged by one or the other in a short conversation. I am glad all praise, which is pronounced here, and I consider myself not go back yourself. That was my finest hour since I am in Hamburg. Maybe even at all. Finally, leave the first roof. I can break away from my counterparts have not yet without seeming rude. The conversation comes to other studios in Hamburg and the disappointments you've experienced it.

The more I hear, the more I hope that Julian join me still does. Although I would pay him of course. As long as I do not disturb the course, he should have very little about it, right? I turn around looking for him. He stands a little apart and watched me. When I meet his gaze, my face involuntarily to the neck hairs. I like as he looks at me. This vague smile and slightly narrowed eyes. I apologize to my new friends and go over to him.

"Hey," he greets with a smile. "How did you like it?"

"very good", I answer honestly. "I would love to come back."

"Certainly. You dance well, but you're not a professional, "he says and tilts his head slightly to one side here. "Why not?"

"Too late started, "I say, shrugging. Also, I'm probably too old now, but I do not mention it. "Well, what about the paperwork?"

"Everything pretty informal." Julian laughs softly. "Training is on three evenings a week, if you can not one day, it is not bad. Monday, Wednesday and Friday at eight. "

" And what you get for it? "

" It depends ... "He grinned suggestively, but then he gets serious. "There is no monthly Package. Everyone gives what he wants and I take it, what I want. Ultimately, I pay so that a portion of the rent. There must be enough. pay more to participate, the less the individual. "

" Now I'm not really clever, "I note. "What the others are paying?"

"Very different. Each what he can. The rent is 1500 € per month. "

So everyone would have to pay 125 euros when it calculates all the rent. Hard to imagine that a background dancer to a musical can do something. But Julian is not even deserve bad. So it can certainly pay a large part alone. Since I do not want to splash out, I'll probably still shell out the 125 €. I would like to set but not yet. "I think something will."

"Do it, it has time." Smiling, he looks into my eyes. I think the look up and smile back. On the edge I perceive as his hand slowly belongs to me. She runs through my slightly sweaty chest. "The hour was exhausting for you?"

I do not believe that I am the only one who was sweating during the day. Therefore, it is not unpleasant to me. "It was. My condition has suffered a bit: Because of the move I have a longer break than I wanted to insert "

" Where are you from again, "

" Stuttgart "

" Ah yes & ldquo.?. , he breathed. "If you want a shower: I've been down two bathrooms. Probably the now occupied. You'd have to wait. Maybe you like as long to get into the kitchen? What to drink? "

" Certainly. " If I correctly interpret his looks, I better not miss the chance to spend some more time with him. So I follow him down the stairs. This time it's difficult not to look down. I'm glad when I have the balcony with my feet and even more when I am back in the apartment.

"You get used to it," says Julian mischievously.

Apparently I've let on to me too much. I feel embarrassed and caught me smile. "That's good. Did it not so with the look down. On the roof went. "

" Is normally at the beginning. "Julian grinned, and then takes after my arm to get me to move on. Can I move it but again when I put myself in motion. Nevertheless, I like his unnecessary contact. It seems he can not let the fingers of mine. Unfortunately, we are in the kitchen is not the only ones. Too bad. I was hoping we would be among us. "Do you know you already?"

, found out about Julian. "This is Ralf, Katrina and Tanya. Will you take a shower yet? "

" Yes, it exists today 'big rush, "says this Katrina and shrugs his shoulders. "So do the back."

"No problem. I live only here, "laughs Julie. turned to me, he explains, "Usually only two or three showers here. . The others live near a shower and then at home "

" But today there's a Poetry Slam, which we now go directly, "said the other woman - Tanya? "Will you come with?"

I see Julian on the short side. If he calls, I should probably go. Although it is not in my Fits plans. I really do not seem unsociable. However, Julian's view is similar, inconclusive. He smiles when he met mine. It all takes less than three seconds.

"Well, I had already what else to do," he said then backgrounded, rather, he conjures up an excuse out of the hat. "Do something to prepare for lessons tomorrow. I wanted to go right now, after you are gone. "

" Oh? How about you, Henry? "

" On another occasion, "I reply, smiling. "Unfortunately, I've already planned my evening."

"No more spontaneity," scoffed Katrina and rolls her eyes.

Ralf grins and nods in agreement. "The know not stop what they're missing."

In fact, I do not know what I would miss if I join you. So far, I'm not sure if I really happy to pull away when the night is gone, or rather frustrated return to my empty apartment. Perhaps I am imagining the mutual attraction and will only, and Julian actually still working. Now he is in any case to the refrigerator and carried out two bottles of water. Well, I mean is forgot in my gym bag and does not want little in the locker room. There is certainly very busy.

"Thanks," I mutter, as he gave me one of the bottles.

"happy." Great smile. Great teeth.

I take a sip and focus on the maintenance of the other three participants. They talk about their plans and try to convince Julian yet. Perhaps inspired it him so, they say. However, although he refuses politely decided.

"I miss yes but most things in the poems," he said apologetically. "My German is not good enough to enjoy it."

"Your German is still great," Tanya replied, shaking his head.

"What is your mother tongue?" I inquire now interested. "English?"

"Yes, I was born in Hawaii and partly raised," said Julian. "My Mother is from there, but my father is Belgian. I speak several languages, but that my father's German is even worse than mine. I had to learn alone. "

" And what brings you then to Hamburg? "

" Well, here is a lot of water, the sea is not far, it's a beautiful city and There are good jobs, "said Julian, grinning wrong. "I do not know how long I stay. But having your nasty language is now a little controlling ... "I grin

unloaded. German must be in foreign Ears sound really cruel, you can hear everywhere. "Yes, that should take advantage of it. What languages do you speak well? "

" Well, English, French and Flemish and a little Hawaiian. "Julian turned deprecatingly the eyes, which works through his permanent grin slightly funny. "Oh and a few words of Japanese." "You should have interpreters and dancers"

, Katrin says sarcastically.

"I like dancing rather than talk." He looks back to me. Once again, our eyes meet. With an even wider grin, he winks at me. He seems to know exactly how it acts on other and playing it skillfully. And in my desire for him grows. Now I would like to touch him.

"Next!" Calls, suddenly someone from the hallway into the kitchen.

"Finally," calls Tanya and disappears in the direction of the showers.

We fall behind in the kitchen.

"What time is it?" Inquired Ralf.

"The clock on the microwave works," he explains to Julian mischievously.

"I had feared. We come too late, "grumbles Ralf then sullenly. He also leaves the kitchen. Shortly thereafter, we hear him rant on a door. "Boris! If you do not hurry up, I'm coming to you! "We listen

smiling in the kitchen of the subsequent discussion. This would appear to Boris not mind if Ralf came to him in the shower. Ralf does.

"Did you are in a hurry? "asks Katrina to me.

I shake my head. "No, okay, I can wait."

"Good." She smiles at me insolently. "I knew you not admitted."

"That's okay." Relaxed, I smile back and take another sip of my water. From now on it is faster. Boris enters the kitchen - at least I assume it's him: he looks unnerved and has wet hair. The next moment is already back Tanya, it seems have to leave it in a quick shower too. Her hair is pinned up.

"You can," she shares with Katrina. The

can not say it twice, and also disappears. It occurs to me that I'm probably as the next person and I choose my clothes out of the locker room to get to it faster. Especially since Julian is already embroiled in a conversation with the Boris. When I get my bag back to the kitchen, Julian is finally alone. Buy it builds up in me a certain tension.

"Well," I say. The word I got used quickly. Here in Hamburg, most encounters seem to start.

"Well," replied Julian, where the game is apparently just as familiar.

"So Hawaii," I say to the topic of pre reopen. "Did you get your dance training as well?"

"Well, sometimes." He leans against the kitchen and sees me with my head tilted slightly to the side of. "My mother is a dance teacher. That was the beginning. My father is in the hotel business, so we traveled a lot. I was at various schools and sometimes on - what's the name it? ... Boarding. But I have danced all around ... Do you have a classical education? "

" I started with ballet. "

" How did you get that? "His gray eyes piercing me patterns.

I meet her gaze deliberately and my heart beats a little faster. "My sister has danced ballet ... is why I wanted to."

"Ah ..." He grins. "So you had to force your mother?"

"I had to my mother for two years to persuade. "I grin back.

"How old were you again, when you started? Sorry, I'm a bit forgetful, you had the already mentioned? "Probably it interested him not so much. Viola even mentioned that he is not serious. Me is nothing cause it deeper conversations. I'm not the type of close relationships. This works not just because I'm not openly gay professional.

"Ten."

"What a waste of talent. She would you tend to let go. "

" Well, when I was only at it, she has always supported me, "I say smiling. "I guess they would rather let me, if my father not so much would have resisted."

"Ah yes, typical."

We smile conspire ; rerisch on. Once again, someone comes into the kitchen to say goodbye. Then we do not get to continue our conversation. Ralf is out of the bathroom and that is the way for me.

"Take your time." Julian smiled slyly again. "It does not even wait for more."

"Okay, thank you." I grab my bag and leave with one last look at Julian the kitchen. I close the bathroom door does not consciously. Again, I can feel the tension in my stomach. Maybe I do with my hope, even ridiculous. But I think it might be worth it to not be so bashful.

Leisurely I undress and climb under the warm water jet the shower - the tub a little after I had rinsed out, at least I had some predecessors. Normally I would have preferred to shower at home under these conditions. Who knows how many times Julian cleans his bathroom. In three classes a week ... I repressed the thought and try to savor the shower. My muscles relax too slowly. The inner tension remains. I listen to possible sounds. As it is aware, I turn to face the wall. So I see nothing and hear only the sound of the water.

I take my time. Shampooing my hair twice and wash me thoroughly. Everywhere. Finally, I feel ridiculous. Nothing happens. I give myself two minutes to rinse the soap. It does not mean that he does not want me. He must not like me so attacked in the shower. With a suppressed sigh I turn of the water and turn me around.

As I perceive outside the cabin suddenly figure of Julian, I cringe with fright. He grins. What else has he returned the head tilted slightly to the side. Slowly, his gaze wander over my body. His sudden Presence can, freeze me at first petrified and I get hot under his gaze. But finally, I give myself a shake and open the glass sliding door.

"What? Do you look only, or should I wait longer? "I'm asking sarcastically.

He chuckles and pushes away from the sink, where he has just been leaning. "It's fun to watch while waiting for you."

He pulls training pants and pants at the same time, before he had the shirt over his head stripped. Of course he has a great body. My view is taken from his erection trapped. "As long as you are you already?"

"Long."

I move back a little, to take him to court. Everything in me cries out to do the opposite. I want to touch him. But I give myself behind. He pounces on me not once. His hand reaches past me and makes the water again. "I'm sweating all over."

does not bother me ... But I will refrain from doing the confession. "Should I lather up?"

„Gern.“ Seine Augen verengen sich von seinem breiten Grinsen. Kurz vorm Lachen, so scheint es. Irgendwie ist mir das sympathisch, auch wenn ich selbst nie so sein könnte.

Ich will ihn küssen. Aber Küssen ist so eine Sache … Nicht alle stehen darauf. Besonders wenn es oberflächlich bleiben soll. Ich bin da anders. Sex ohne Küssen ist mir zu fad. Es macht einfach weniger Spaß. Testend lehne ich mich vor, um meine Absicht kundzutun, Julian aber die Möglichkeit zu geben mir auszuweichen. Er tut nichts dergleichen. Im Gegenteil: Er kommt mir sogar entgegen. Langsam. Genauso bedächtig is the kiss as his hand reaches behind me. I take out of the corners of his eyes that he took the shower gel.

"My job," I nuschle against his lips and take it from the container.

"will not stop you," he promises, and backs off from me.

So I have the space I need. I take some of the gel on your hand and start rubbing him with it. Carefully I let my hands slide over his upper body, study every muscle, before venturing up to his clean-shaven pubic, but I resist the urge and leave his family from. And I feel all the time Julian lurking eye on me.

"no time", I ask him finally.

With an indulgent smile, he follows my request and is supported against the glass. Certainly he is deliberately down so wide apart, leaning against further than it should. I can resist no longer and step closer to him. Slowly I let my hands wander down his back, as I nestle my loins to his butt. He shrugs gently in the opposite, but then he keeps quiet again and it seems my hands enjoy. Carefully, I focus on the purification of his sinewy back. Finally, I let my hands slide around him and to finally embrace his penis. accompanied by a faint murmur

, rises Julian on now, until he leans on my chest. Lasciviously rubbing his butt on my halberigierten penis. I begin to breathe shallow and close my eyes for a moment. My hands caress his genitals. It throbs and pulsates in them. Finally, Julian turns in my arms around him and I must reluctantly share. But I get his lips. His left hand caresses my chest and pinched me playfully. I gasp and pinch in return in his buttock. Most of my attention is still his ass, even though I no longer feel it in my loins. I would just like him back there.

"Clean enough", I inquire.

"You forgot something ..." His hand reaches for me and pushes it over his Poritz.

I laugh in our kiss. "Certainly not. I think of anything else ... "

" Yeah? "His hand can My free. Then I can feel them on my butt. "Equal rights for all."

"You talk too much," I note with a smile and snap back to his lower lip, which it did to me.

"You started," Julie mumbled happily. His fingers grope about my anus. I'm already complied with its request and continue to clean it there. Well if you can call it clean ... He breathes despairing moan into my mouth. The sound is me through and through. Wicker Park is forging his naked body to me. I feel excited about it. We are nearly equal, therefore, our loins on a height. Our kiss is erratic, as I gently with a finger penetrate. His hand on my butt disappear and he clings firmly to my trembling shoulders. We will give the kiss.

"bedroom?" Suggests Julian before breathlessly.

I just nod and give him a kiss, before I withdraw my finger. Then we stumble out of the shower. Without me to dry as I follow the Julian wet from the bath. Fortunately, we now are the only ones in the apartment. The front door is now closed. But I for one look she had left, my attention is the naked man who lies down in the bedroom on the bed and looking up expectantly at me. I step closer. My gaze slides between his legs where his penis is still waiting hard on me. Sexy. Without hesitation, I step over him.

is the lack of familiarity between us, me an extra kick. I like it when I hardly know my sexual partners. It's exciting. His reactions are not predictable. Also, I'm still not sure what he wants. Should I take him or does he want to fuck me? Slowly I lick

his upper body still wet and test how it reacts when you sucked on his nipples ... It elicits a groan, and it bulges out at me. I carry a smile. My hand slides over his stomach and finally covers his penis. Without moving them, I hold him while I circle my tongue around his nipple leave.

jerking his loins against my hand. As I look up to him, he looks back heats. He no longer smiles. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and he breathed quickly. In his view is somewhat more demanding. One moment I'm inclined to bother him and me to spend more time with his nipple. But then I sink between his legs and take it into his mouth.

"Yeah ... Like that," he gasps demanding.

inspired from that, I suck him deeper into me. I put my hands over his thighs and spread them. I let it slide back out of my mouth and lick the underside of his shaft. Julian quakes, he willingly lets his legs push up. I like how sensitive he responded to my tongue. I let it slide deeper and tickle her with his throbbing anus and get a sexy moan as a reward.

meantime I'll be very hard without me there that I have touched bottom. I am not so selfless that I am with the giving part alone give satisfaction. Without further ado, may I sit up and pull Julian a little deeper so that it does not directly located at the head of the bed and I still kneeling behind him.

He immediately understands what I am about and comes to my request with an enthusiastic whisper. Before I know it, he has to slide my cock into his throat. keep his hands on my butt me in the position. The sudden heat of his mouth to my sex makes me still. Breathless I kneel on all fours over him and my brain is blank. Then allowed he released me and I pull back gently so that he can breathe. I look between our bodies through his face. He smiles smugly and snapped his lips to my tip.

Dazed, I shake my head and remember me, then back to my real projects. I also dedicate his family that feels even harder now. Again and again I lose my concentration. He is just too good. His hands on my butt are purposeful. Again, I do not know where it will lead. I can not even adjust to those of us who actively and will be passive. Currently, he is more active. Definitely. And I like it just as good as before when I still had my tongue on his ass.

A long, slender fingers slowly venturing into my rectum, while simultaneously sucking on my lips moist glans. Once again, incapable of giving back to him, I think his penis again only in my hands and breathe into my breathing accelerated on the wet cock. I'm afraid to bite him by mistake in my ecstasy. A second finger is added. To not so ungrateful, I start it with my hand to massage. His legs are spread easily. One it established that other side to the mattress set. The pose is relaxed and inviting. But I resist. Meanwhile, I have more desire that he fucks me.

When I barely can stand, I entwinde him my ass and turn me around. I sit down on his belly and slide back with the butt until his penis is in my column. Julian moans with pleasure and looks under half-closed eyelids at me. "You want me to ride?"

"Would you like that?" I'm asking with a smile and lean forward.

He comes towards me, by relying on his forearms, and goes a smile on my kiss. Then he looks at me lustfully. His eyes wander over my body. "Yeah ... I think I'd like that."

"condom", I inquire.

"drawer," he replies, pointing to one side of the bed. I follow his finger and straining forward to reach them. His penis is it against my anus and rubbing it. It makes me almost crazy. It probably no less. I hesitate to even out a little by doing so I would dig a little. And I'll find it quickly. The glans rubbing on between my buttocks. Julian's hands reach to my hip. I feel him twitching towards the stimulus. Then I lean back. Lubes and condoms end up on the sheet next to us.

"You did that on purpose," says Julian fixed grin.

I allow myself a smile. "What?"

Julian shakes his head. He reaches for the lube and pressed it into my hand. "Turn around ... I would like to see it."

He always seems falling back into his native language. Like me. Nevertheless, I follow his orders not immediately. "Why do you do it not me?"

"I look like ..."

"Well then I will not even be," I laugh and turn me around again. I lean onto the left arm, as I bent forward over his knee. With one hand I open the clip seal the bottle and push the stuff directly into my column.

Julians hands caress my Legs. I see how his penis twitch expectantly at me. His face I can not see, unfortunately. Carelessly I put the bottle back on the mattress and start to pass the gel. Finally, I take a little longer and lead a two fingers to it and distribute internally.

hands on my legs move faster. A includes my bag and play with him. The other pats on my bottom. God, that's almost too much. I groan and cringe hoarse against them. I withdraw my fingers, because I also need to brace the hand. However, they are immediately replaced by Julians. Despondent bite I suppressed my lower lip and bebe. Been a long time that somebody has mounted so stoned. I want more. "Julian!"

He laughs softly. "Just a little longer ..."

"Now!" I reply as specific as I still can. It almost sounds like a prayer. The finger in me exhausted targeted my prostate, while the other hand still fondling my testicles. I'll come alone it ...

"'kay" breathes, Julian and his hands disappear abruptly. The condom sheath crackles. Then shall his Hand on my rump. She gently pushes me down. I look down at me and see how his other hand frantically rolled the condom on his cock. I already feel his penis in my anus and moan on. Even louder, as it penetrates into me while I was back and so am counting on him.

had barely gotten used to it and I relaxed, I begin my move. I was shifting the weight on my feet, I set up, and sit back to improve the angle. Julian's hands caress my back. After a while he begins to work against me. I gleefully put the head back and support me only with your right hand to the rear. With his left hand I caress myself the last time is too long ... Too long. I feel now that I can not long endure. To make it even a little delay, I let him slip out of me and change the position.

"Hmmm ..." Julian is humming contentedly as I turn around towards him and put him astride. His hand caresses my very hard sex. Yet he seems enthusiastic, as he again embraces my corner. He concludes intoxicated eyes and shrugs at me. His muscles working under his skin when he starts to push me. The sight gives me the rest Panting, I pour myself into his hand that caresses me to the whole still.

Julian opens surprised eyes. He groaned softly and pushed deep into me, savor the cramping of my muscles. His body twitches tense, but he is not coming yet. When I recovered myself, I let it slide back out of me.

"How do you want?", I inquire softly.

"Lie on your back," Julian tells me to rough.

as I comply with the demand, it takes me all over again. His eyes are hungry while on my wet race that still pulls a few strings of my semen on my belly. He seems to be the key incentive. Besides the fact that he now fuck me very hard. I like it, although I can not spray again. Before long, he comes with a satisfied grunt and recent sharp blow in my heart.

Then he pulls back, stripped off the condom and tie a knot in the upper end, before he leaves carelessly fall out of bed. He falls next to me. His grin looks tidy and happy. Also, I am satisfied. Pleasant me and I stretch out their arms behind his head.

"You were fast," says Julian now firmly and stroked my bare, sticky belly. "Did you like my cock so much?"

"The last time was too long ago ..." I admit with a grin. "You should not be too much to imagine."

"How long?" He asks curiously.

"A month?"

"Wow ... Why?"

"Because of the move. No chance, "I say, shrugging.

"Ah okay."

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, with your appearance, it should not be difficult for you, did someone go to bed to see," he states nonchalantly. "And you seem squeamish to even be."

"No, not usually," I give a smile.

"We should not repeat the times," he notes. I interpret this phrase

in this context to indicate that I am not allowed to sleep here. What they say but usually when you walk apart. Yielding I sit up. He could treat me at least half an hour. But maybe he has to actually work yet. And I do prefer to sleep at home. In my own bed. "I use your shower again."

"Sure. Take your time. "

This time I do not. I shower off only once and quickly wash my butt from the lubricant. Then I dry myself and slip back into my clothes. The tie disappear I leave in my gym bag, jacket and pants but I wear better so they do not wrinkle. A little unsure if I should just go and say goodbye, I choose the latter. First, I look into the studio, but when he is not there, I go back to the bedroom. In fact, he is still naked and legs in bed. He is awake. His eyes stare obliviously at the ceiling.

"Well I hau from then. Until Friday, probably. "

A bit abrupt, he sits up and stares at me. "Uh, clearly."
Apparently he has
not expected that I say goodbye. So wrong decision. No matter. I shrug my shoulders and turn to leave.

"Hm, Henrik?" Sounds like he would have to first remember my name.

I try not to be offended. It is three hours ago that he has heard it. "What?"

squeaks the bed and shortly afterwards he rejects curiously at the door. "Why are you wearing a suit ... uh?"

come, "Bin directly from work. I had no time to move before. "

He looked at me closely. "What are you working on?"

"I am a lawyer."

"Oh," he breathed. "If I had not thought of."

"So," I murmur only. I would now already interested in what he then thought. But I will refrain from the question. "Well then ..."

"Yes bye," he says. "I did not drive the way up. Only ... "

" That's okay, I sleep love to live, "I assure him. He probably just wanted to make sure that I understood that it is just sex. I knew, however, from the beginning. "Viola had already informed me that you seldom think seriously. Not a thing. Ticking since I like that. "

" Viola "For a brief moment, he seems upset, but then he grins at ease again. "Okay, then everything is clear."

I nod and lean against me to give him a farewell kiss on the mouth to breathe. Thus the adventure would be ticked off. "Up until Friday."

Anm.dA: I have no beta, so I hope that the errors are limited. If someone wants to offer a prerequisite for this is the safe handling of RS & Grammar, and the "Track Changes" and "comment" - Word functions. ^ ^

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ontents I: Henrik is a lawyer, but he leads a kind of double life because he loves to dance. New in town, he looks for now, a new dance studio where he can indulge his secret passion. There he meets Julian, a choreographer and director of the small studios. Now there is a certain tension between them. And initially, they also pursue very similar interests and goals. But then your feelings come into play and they need to know how different their original motives but were. The result is a conflict between feelings and principles.

isclaimer D: The appearance of the main characters was inspirert by two men on the cover: Levi Poulter & Viet Dang. The idea that Julian is a choreographer, and thus a basic element of the story, was also inspired by Viet Dang. Everything else is pure fiction and has no reference to real people. Still if you happen parallels, this is random and not intentional.

W Arning: bad language, English / German mix, very explicit sex, from 18!

C hapten: 1 but were. The result is a conflict between feelings and principles. A typical Lelis story also. ^ ^; For various reasons, I will publish it this time but not on ff.de or bxb.de, but here in LJ. Here again the main reasons for this decision in any order: A. It is to my story about trash: a love story with lots of explicit sex scenes, even worse than Diana Gabaldon's works (one of my favorite authors in btw & and I stand by it). Therefore, I doubt that the story is welcome to ff.de. As you notice, I had just got Helge's blog post and also annoyed some users who prefer not to rate other sources, his provocative post agreed without reservation. I do not really miss about it further, I have now cooled down and I hope I am able now to more objectivity than the moment when I read Helge's post. I want to get rid anschürren no new discussions, but I must at least once that I Helges next post has promised even less than the first on the subject: my opinion, it violates the guidelines of the side that Helge anonymous comment gates - whether their comments were below the belt or not, the Post also did Helge - dragged into the light and also has link to her personal blog a blog that has nothing to do with ff.de. where mainly non-issues a small circle of readers have been made available and the Helge not have derived from the public data of the profile of the author could ff.de. Especially as representing the evil comment, it has dovetailed really just a reflection of Helge's post should, as one can interpret the post as a reflection of Gabaldon's behavior. I think both are not very well done and provocative, was added. I was at the time but not been able to more objectivity. The whole issue I take personally Helge crooked and pull for me to conclude from this that I'm going to read his blog, not just when he is making no official announcement. The archive itself, I'll probably still continue to remain faithful. Finally, it is a great site that always works smoothly and has many useful functions, however, it would be pretty empty without the authors who post their stories there dü ;, DO, and readers who read it and click on the ads. Speak the users of the site should be decent be treated if anonymously post be allowed they must also remain annonym. Point.

as I had, however, even before the whole thing before Gabaldon to post Strawberry Kiss on LJ, since a part originated the idea for the story in the LJ and the title was found here. I also had in a previous post link once a photo shoot, that reminds me of the characters and has the plot. It's kind of my LJ story. :)

C. It also contains, in fact, more sex scenes than usual. * G * Especially long. And especially at the beginning. As I engage myself in any possible discussion PWP wanted (for me are sex scenes plot as long as they are relevant to the story are, besides, I just like to write them), I wanted the story also post in none of the archives, but here in my LJ, where I also possibility has content made available from 18, or possibly be classified as friends-only.

D. Also, I wanted to try something new. As mentioned before, the stats function irritated me to ff.de. Here I am one of the authors who should be happy about their stats, but somehow I can not. The function makes letter to something else, suddenly it is um Zahlen und nicht mehr um das eigentliche Schreiben. Klar, einerseits freue ich mich, wenn ich meine Leserzahl sehe, anderseits fühle ich mich aber auch ein wenig unbehaglich, unter Druck gesetzt und habe das Gefühl eine Verantwortung für ihre Unterhaltung zu tragen, die ich gar nicht haben wollte. Bei mir steht der Austausch im Vordergrund, fünf Leser würden mir dazu vermutlich reichen. Klar, je mehr Leser, desto mehr Meinungen. Viele Leser sind daher auch schön und natürlich auch eine Bestätigung. :) Letztlich denke ich aber, wenn ich nicht weiß wie viel Leser ich habe, ist der Druck auch nicht da und ich ärgere mich of non-black readers, although I want to do not and it does not fit into my own self-image. The reason is basic e D. I just touched already: exchange of Reviews. LJ has a comment function where everyone can speak freely with everyone. So also the readers to exchange each other, could perhaps add to, without having to write a full review must. And I guess I'm more inclined and quick to respond and enter into a discussion. I think it would somehow informal and relaxed before. An experiment, no idea how it works, if it works, but I just hope more of it with you.

Sure, there are also drawbacks of, for example, no alert function and readers are at a disadvantage without a LJ account even more, but there are also free readers on account ff.de. Incidentally, I do not know how I do it: Initially, the story to be public in any case, I reserve the right to place them any friends-only, if problems occur. I imagine I currently can not. Perhaps regarding JMStV or so. No idea. It is just an experiment. :)

Edit: There is still an alert function can be either the LJ or tracking individual tags.. Of course, the function Users of LJ Reserved. But still. :)

The 1 So here in LJ chapter then, probably on Friday.

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Yay, the 50k words I've cracked. The story is thus still far from complete. ^ ^; Somehow I am absolutely not happy with it, but whatever. It was indeed all about writing. ^ ^




And now I couriers further from my cold. My head is buzzing and I have nasty coughs. >.> Blöööd.

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I'm still alive!

lot has happened since I have "ghost singer" stopped.

see if it all fits in one entry.

first I have the novel with the help of some intrepid beta now revised and sent to a publisher. I'm so excited. The recent feedback on Arrion and Neve were so good that I am (with a small impetus, by Sarah and Andi) really married have. Asked if interested, I already had in early December. There is, I could send.

second For the short story "The Singer", which is the basis for "ghost singer", I have received a refusal from the Candela-Verlag. Two editorial reviews that sounded really good - just "something is missing." After I wrote the novel done, I know also what keeps the short story: About 430 standard pages! But good. I submitted a short story right at the next competition.

third I have my two synopses for the second season of "three worlds - An Enemy" sent in Arcanum. "Mjolnir" Thor further reports of fire, Jördens, Halldis and especially Geri and Freki. "The people from the darkness" settlement experiments described under the command Halvdan.

4th "Midsummer" and "midwinter" (classic ghost stories in Klaxdonnersbüll) are the Arcanum-publisher of the call for "world traveler II" before.

5th I also write a short novel for the same tender. A knight dies in doing his duty and finds himself in the body of a newborn girl as he is for his predicament SCRAPBOOK dances will be aware, is the story really begins.

6th I write another heroic fantasy novel. Quite different from Neve and Arrion, but - I think -. Just wonderful First test reader opinions certify cajan high Anhimmelfaktor So it should be..

That was it for the first. I can think of more.

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So after I had it scheduled last year so my time fully to register and then already in mid-November was when it occurred to me again, I've done it myself this year in time to register for the NaNoWriMo. However, I have not even really half as much time as last year when I was still without a job. must ^^;;;

any case, I build a little pressure for me to really seriously regards, so this official post in the LJ, you are cordially invited me to step on the feet. If at the end of something comes out, I will certainly post any & where. But I'd have more time than a month. :)

Dat ick bin:
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I have the novel "ghost singer" now finished writing.
equal rushed to the nano-validated my page and word count.

Now I am a very official NaNoWriMo winner.



102 263 words, 434 standard pages - and a whole book load of fun, nail biting, laughter and suffering.

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I'm fassunglos.

I know that I can write quickly and that a new story to me from the first page captivates. But yesterday I had
* drumroll * the 100,000 th word on my novel "ghost singer" written in NaNoWriMo and am delighted by this number a little scared myself.

Yes, I am very lucky that my Arrion has become even better than I had originally planned. This hero fascinates me, his character and especially its characteristics are driving the story.

But 100,000? The are 425 standard pages!
And this story could easily be one of my best stories ever. Yes, I am now convinced.

For several days I know that I take the entire novel in NaNo will end. I am stuck in the middle of finals, the rebel army in the city of the ruler and warrior fighting against blacks and singers. Currently I am preparing the death of a protagonist. Despite cries of protest from those who do not know how my book will end. Despite despair of those who do not know can, that this death was planned for page 1 and is necessary for an end to which I am really pleased.

So, Let the catapults to fire their missiles still on the fortified castle, so I have now a dead protagonist.

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Drabble

agony

this pain! He writhed on the narrow platform shouted to tortured. His skin changed color red as fire. He saw his life pass before his mind's eye, saw his childhood playmate. And Sabine, Sabine always he saw before him. Again, a jolt went through his body. It burned like fire! But he would endure anything for Sabine. If she would see him now as he was here and torment suffered! Just for Jane's love, he went through this hell.
"Mr Smith, now they pick themselves! A cold waxing the chest hair really does not hurt so much! " the beautician said annoyed.

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competitions

competitions

in all competitions where I submitted stories, is over the tender period.
Now came the first cancellation for "Catwalk" Edition of the colon.
Not quite as depressing as I had thought.

Dear author, dear author,

as you can read on our website www.edition-doppelpunkt.com
, we had planned anthology "Catwalk" unfortunately deleted.

We are, however, is a concern, those authors and authors whose texts
have really liked to give a positive feedback. Your

competition entry was one of them and we would like it published, but unfortunately too few
had this level, so we had no other

choice but to cancel the project.

Next year we will again get a call with another
main focus in life and hope, then you again get a

text.

We wish you continued success with so far Your projects!

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* sigh * My
stories told, I think the day after the death of my very old Holsteiner gelding in his box just a little, sniff very sick kitten. The boy has not a moment afraid of me, but clings fast to trust me and purrs that Pavarotti would have passed by so much envy timbre.
Gabrielle - Rocco's last gift.

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It is finished.
I've just made the 50,000 words.
214 standard pages are written, and I put in the middle in the novel. So: No Fatigue pretended: Continue.

All other nanites: You can do it! Compete your protagonists ignored if necessary before the lovingly drawn plot, writes for the joy of writing.

Likewise, I keep going until the novel is finished. With a little luck I still have a residual November, in which I can put your feet up and my computer only even from a safe distance beckoning. But only this novel, which gives me so much fun is ended.

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How could should end

She is alone in space and full of fear. Everything is quiet and strange. She calls for help, but in space no one can hear them. It is warm, and it is getting warmer. I'm dying, she thinks before she loses consciousness.
When she wakes, she looks familiar schemes.
"What happened?" She asks, without expecting an answer. You never someone has said something.
"We heard your distress call. Your ship is severely damaged. We could save you at the last moment. "
" And who are you? "
"We are from Pluto, beautiful stranger. And who are you? "
" My name is Laika, "she barks back happy.

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I slept the night about it and begin now to pass the award.

Ary, who writes about East Frisian Selkies, bravely proposes in NaNo and so many laughs with me. Thank you!
Nuya , her first NaNo, and she is fantastic in the race. Award and she is a little more blogging * * betonpfeilerwink
Darkchylde , drabbelt as I fell and to the rescue when I plug in a dead end. Actually, he needs a medal. Is perhaps even more!

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Award from the reading and writing

Good morning! (Well, "Tomorrow" is relative, I know)

I got a award! I! * Wriggles happily at the keyboard *

From reading and writing from

love sprat!

Thanks NaNo I have now discovered your blog and like to read here - especially the Drabble it did to me.
why I give to your Blog this award.
Award


You must not, of course, feel obliged to accept it and pass It should finally be not essential or stress, but make you a pleasure and hopefully pass on a few readers of my blog to you.

Love, Judith
/ Neyasha

Relaying is also with me a real problem. It was only thanks Nuya I have a blog, and they took me with endless patience and friendly dinosaurs through the device, laughed with any question (the saying something! I rarely ask stupid!). So I ponder a bit.

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5

was yes, since the first dead end!

Neve to be arrested in a city by the henchmen of the ruler. Good plan so far, I thought. Unfortunately, I had actually overlooked Arrion (how could this happen to me?). How Neve were arrested when their mobile one-man rampage machine next to her? Good question! A question that asked for the specialist thinking errors, dead ends, plot holes.

My cry for help was of course Darkchylde. Ready-made solutions can I get not at him. He claims that chunks of inspiration, and I choose that from which I can make the meanest. Really mean. But what does not kill toughens, rather Arrion, and you're long dead power nothing.

It is this scene, I have now reached.

Where is it written that an author must be kind to his characters? Right, nowhere.

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Day Three of the Great writing is about. My previous
Billanz: I must be mad. After only three days is my word count close to 18,000 words, or 35% of the target. I now believe that I can write the whole novel "ghost singer" in the November.
If the technical, the simple facts.

now to Arrion:
I stitch laughing. I get determines a rock hard six-pack from the many and extensive training of the funny bone. I like writing, I have always had a fun time with my stories, this tops all previous records -. And that includes at least the crucifixion of a vampire, the Taming of the Shrew and the Battle for Asgard, as well as double Lottie Maynard.
With Neve Arrion and I managed to raise two characters to grow up, the beautiful dialogues in the balls to play that never miss a chance to pay back the other coin. And both want more have the last word. But I have.

response so far to read samples were very positive, and encourage me to do exactly so on.
I love NaNoWriMo. Thanks to
Nuya and Maran, who persuaded me to this experiment. Thanks to Darkchylde lurking ready, that I fall into a Plotloch or I could maneuver in a dead end. Then he takes I get out there! All three laugh with me and me to drive. Herrlich.

So, on to the fourth day of the big letter.

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I am this morning at midnight (which is now a clear indication of time? Matter!) By a very good start, and so far the Neve and Arrion behave completely as planned. A little severe perhaps, not so much to laugh about, as I expect it in this novel. The HP

of NaNoWriMo is currently terrifying lame. I still wear a counter here and hope that the site soon will be faster.

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From Publisher Wolf Moon I've already got news that my author's copies are on the road. I am so panned to the anthology, the other short stories. From tomorrow I lurk again on my troubled letter carrier until my package has arrived from Vienna.