| Author: | Arielle Hart, Andreas Beernt | ISBN: | 9780463633038 |
| Publisher: | Arielle Hart | Publication: | June 22, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Arielle Hart, Andreas Beernt |
| ISBN: | 9780463633038 |
| Publisher: | Arielle Hart |
| Publication: | June 22, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Ecamerone: A love story that could only be written on the web.
ECAMERONE:
Arielle Hart and Rogier Oosterhoff quickly become friends and begin an intimate internet exchange. Their relationship develops from friendship to sexual desire. Arielle lives in Brooklyn (US), Rogier in Amsterdam (Netherlands). Between them is 3600 Atlantic miles of water, but their passion flames hot enough to dry
an ocean. How can this relationship survive?
Can virtual play become real love? Can distance be transformed into intimacy? Can erotic storytelling keep love alive? Ecamerone is a modern, erotic, internet
relationship revealed.
The long-distance romance of Arielle and Rogier is destined to fail. How can love survive if the lovers never meet? Can their love blossom if they never touch each other? That is the question of this great love story in three parts.
Ecamerone is a breathtaking glimpse into the very private emails of Arielle and Rogier, who met online but were unable to travel to each other. Stubborn in
their refusal to lose each other, they found a creative way to be together. How?
By storytelling.
They told each other stories. True and contemporaneous records of their experiences with other lovers. This is an email novel, a contemporary twist to the old epistolary novel.
As time passes, this unique email novel form includes changing perspectives, experiences and locations. Ecamerone is a true, unique and compelling sequence of internet exchanges that reveals the unique two-way insight in love and sex from lovers aching across the ocean.
Their account is a formidable challenge to young and old to spice up their sex life and increase intimacy. Ecamerone contains a strong message to
those people who think sex is over after a certain age. Nothing could be further from the truth!
The features
• Unique and highly entertaining email novel form about love and
sex
• More than 20 high-quality erotic stories; some kinky, some light-bdsm; mixed
male/female erotics
From the manuscript:
He showed me a leather whip, the small kind that has many tails.
“I’m going to use this on you. The first one will be gentle.” Whip? It
didn’t sting at all. It was a very light smack that gently caressed
my pubic area. (Arielle)
I had a most incredible orgasm. I brought Billy close to orgasm a
few times, but we really couldn’t make a mess in the theater.(Arielle)
Under her bra was the peaceful rest and coolness of the in the churchyard of a small
French village on a sunny summer day, All breasts, small or large, are a formidable gesture towards a
child and a man and the rest of humanity. (Andreas)
He moaned. His moaning was so (bleep) sexy. As he moaned,
his lips touched my lips to drink from me. I was turned on
completely. My (bleep) was open and wet and wanted him. (Arielle)
She was narrow, indeed, deliciously narrow and deliciously wet.
Her (bleep) made an upward curve and forced my (bleep) to follow, as
a young boy running through an alley. (Andreas)
All bleeps are in place of the words in the actual book which may not be acceptable for young readers.
From the authors:
We couldn’t always talk, Skype, or stay awake at all hours of the night, but these days you can text or email anytime it is convenient. And that was what we did. We thought about one another constantly. When one of us slept, the other wrote.
“On the way home from a date, I would look for words and images
of my experience. Words with a nuclear charge to pierce the heart of
a man across the ocean. When he awoke, opening his email
should be second only to his first cup of coffee. As he read my
emails I wanted him to feel as if his computer was on fire. I
wanted him to be able to feel me through the keyboard.” Arielle
“Her bytes made the globe warmer, steamy hot sometimes. We
kept each other entangled in a dizzy carousel of desperate loving
and loving despair.
Where others end on a heap of broken dreams, we kept touching
every fiber in each other” Andreas
Ecamerone: A love story that could only be written on the web.
ECAMERONE:
Arielle Hart and Rogier Oosterhoff quickly become friends and begin an intimate internet exchange. Their relationship develops from friendship to sexual desire. Arielle lives in Brooklyn (US), Rogier in Amsterdam (Netherlands). Between them is 3600 Atlantic miles of water, but their passion flames hot enough to dry
an ocean. How can this relationship survive?
Can virtual play become real love? Can distance be transformed into intimacy? Can erotic storytelling keep love alive? Ecamerone is a modern, erotic, internet
relationship revealed.
The long-distance romance of Arielle and Rogier is destined to fail. How can love survive if the lovers never meet? Can their love blossom if they never touch each other? That is the question of this great love story in three parts.
Ecamerone is a breathtaking glimpse into the very private emails of Arielle and Rogier, who met online but were unable to travel to each other. Stubborn in
their refusal to lose each other, they found a creative way to be together. How?
By storytelling.
They told each other stories. True and contemporaneous records of their experiences with other lovers. This is an email novel, a contemporary twist to the old epistolary novel.
As time passes, this unique email novel form includes changing perspectives, experiences and locations. Ecamerone is a true, unique and compelling sequence of internet exchanges that reveals the unique two-way insight in love and sex from lovers aching across the ocean.
Their account is a formidable challenge to young and old to spice up their sex life and increase intimacy. Ecamerone contains a strong message to
those people who think sex is over after a certain age. Nothing could be further from the truth!
The features
• Unique and highly entertaining email novel form about love and
sex
• More than 20 high-quality erotic stories; some kinky, some light-bdsm; mixed
male/female erotics
From the manuscript:
He showed me a leather whip, the small kind that has many tails.
“I’m going to use this on you. The first one will be gentle.” Whip? It
didn’t sting at all. It was a very light smack that gently caressed
my pubic area. (Arielle)
I had a most incredible orgasm. I brought Billy close to orgasm a
few times, but we really couldn’t make a mess in the theater.(Arielle)
Under her bra was the peaceful rest and coolness of the in the churchyard of a small
French village on a sunny summer day, All breasts, small or large, are a formidable gesture towards a
child and a man and the rest of humanity. (Andreas)
He moaned. His moaning was so (bleep) sexy. As he moaned,
his lips touched my lips to drink from me. I was turned on
completely. My (bleep) was open and wet and wanted him. (Arielle)
She was narrow, indeed, deliciously narrow and deliciously wet.
Her (bleep) made an upward curve and forced my (bleep) to follow, as
a young boy running through an alley. (Andreas)
All bleeps are in place of the words in the actual book which may not be acceptable for young readers.
From the authors:
We couldn’t always talk, Skype, or stay awake at all hours of the night, but these days you can text or email anytime it is convenient. And that was what we did. We thought about one another constantly. When one of us slept, the other wrote.
“On the way home from a date, I would look for words and images
of my experience. Words with a nuclear charge to pierce the heart of
a man across the ocean. When he awoke, opening his email
should be second only to his first cup of coffee. As he read my
emails I wanted him to feel as if his computer was on fire. I
wanted him to be able to feel me through the keyboard.” Arielle
“Her bytes made the globe warmer, steamy hot sometimes. We
kept each other entangled in a dizzy carousel of desperate loving
and loving despair.
Where others end on a heap of broken dreams, we kept touching
every fiber in each other” Andreas
