| Author: | Marcus C. Hanlon | ISBN: | 1230001970555 |
| Publisher: | Ars Amatoria | Publication: | November 12, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Marcus C. Hanlon |
| ISBN: | 1230001970555 |
| Publisher: | Ars Amatoria |
| Publication: | November 12, 2017 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
She had pulled back the curtains and was now opening the door. The pleasant fresh spring air came in and the curtains blew back slightly with the motion, billowing slowly. It looked as if it was a little windy but still pleasantly warm. I stayed beneath the sheets and observed her.
She walked out on the balcony until she reached the railing. She grabbed the forged railing with both hands, put her head back and let the sun shine down on her face. The wind blew around her naked legs. She remained motionless for a moment and sleepily looked over towards the river.
Then she started to examine her surroundings. She rested her lower arms on the railing and looked down at the street. It seemed like there was a lot going on as the noise of the people strolling by could be heard and she observed the on goings very closely. The morning breeze played with her silky shirt. It didn’t seem to bother her that the wind raised the hem of her shirt and revealed – sometimes more, sometimes less – of her bottom. She loves the feeling of being caressed and especially the sensation of the warm breeze on her naked skin. If somebody looked up from the street, surely the shirt would only cover little of her private parts.
Now she looked upwards to where our neighbors seemed to get out on their balcony. She smiled at them and wished them a good morning. After looking up at the façade of the hotel she focused her attention back on the people down on the street.
Then something interesting seemed to happen at the entrance of the hotel, which was diagonally below her. She leaned forward, her uncombed brown curls falling into her face, so that she had to pull them back. In the process of leaning over the railing she stretched her body, causing the shirt to ride up over her behind and exposing her backside almost completely. I could see her rump, saw the sensible gap between her round buttocks that went down to her soft lips. I’m sure the neighbors on the other balcony also had an amazing view of her naked butt.
The Book
Paris. The city of love. Breakfast on a tiny balcony with a view the river. And a woman, who discovers and lives her joy of presenting herself to others. Out and about in Paris at night it’s easy to find many more opportunities for erotic escapades. Music and dancing invites you to feel free and uninhibited.
Told in an insightful and sensual manner, gentle and erotic. Mindful, sensual and erotic, sexy and cheerful. Eroticism also for women. Nakedness, exhibitionism, showing-off, revealing.
Nude in Paris is the first great work of Marcus C. Hanlon. More than 13.000 words full of eroticism and joie de vivre.
She had pulled back the curtains and was now opening the door. The pleasant fresh spring air came in and the curtains blew back slightly with the motion, billowing slowly. It looked as if it was a little windy but still pleasantly warm. I stayed beneath the sheets and observed her.
She walked out on the balcony until she reached the railing. She grabbed the forged railing with both hands, put her head back and let the sun shine down on her face. The wind blew around her naked legs. She remained motionless for a moment and sleepily looked over towards the river.
Then she started to examine her surroundings. She rested her lower arms on the railing and looked down at the street. It seemed like there was a lot going on as the noise of the people strolling by could be heard and she observed the on goings very closely. The morning breeze played with her silky shirt. It didn’t seem to bother her that the wind raised the hem of her shirt and revealed – sometimes more, sometimes less – of her bottom. She loves the feeling of being caressed and especially the sensation of the warm breeze on her naked skin. If somebody looked up from the street, surely the shirt would only cover little of her private parts.
Now she looked upwards to where our neighbors seemed to get out on their balcony. She smiled at them and wished them a good morning. After looking up at the façade of the hotel she focused her attention back on the people down on the street.
Then something interesting seemed to happen at the entrance of the hotel, which was diagonally below her. She leaned forward, her uncombed brown curls falling into her face, so that she had to pull them back. In the process of leaning over the railing she stretched her body, causing the shirt to ride up over her behind and exposing her backside almost completely. I could see her rump, saw the sensible gap between her round buttocks that went down to her soft lips. I’m sure the neighbors on the other balcony also had an amazing view of her naked butt.
The Book
Paris. The city of love. Breakfast on a tiny balcony with a view the river. And a woman, who discovers and lives her joy of presenting herself to others. Out and about in Paris at night it’s easy to find many more opportunities for erotic escapades. Music and dancing invites you to feel free and uninhibited.
Told in an insightful and sensual manner, gentle and erotic. Mindful, sensual and erotic, sexy and cheerful. Eroticism also for women. Nakedness, exhibitionism, showing-off, revealing.
Nude in Paris is the first great work of Marcus C. Hanlon. More than 13.000 words full of eroticism and joie de vivre.
