Erotic Tightrope  

Christine Zarrath: I wanted to say thank you again. Not just because you like it. But because I mean it. That we wrote a 170-page story together that I will carry with me for the rest of my life; that thanks to you I have become the co-author of a real novel; that you give me so much energy and elixir of life for my everyday life; that I can develop and learn as a writer; that you encourage me to keep writing and to trust my inspiration; that you gave me a female character and created her with me, who is strong, lives her desires, demands them and is not the least bit ashamed; the excitement and humor and the deep connection when reading.

Christine: Fiddling with divine energy is dangerous and enticing on a cosmic scale. I adore you Jamal, and what you can do with words. Your words are magic spells that lift and enlighten me. Like a diamond that is finally able to glitter in all its facettes. I hope part of this intense glimmer and energy spreads back to you.

Christine about Daniela: She does not understand about invisible energy flows. She does not know the creative power of words. Words that create energies so strong that they change the environment and everyone in it in the blink of an eye. Words like those in this language castle: I drink them like a magical elixir that increases my charisma and my attraction tenfold. Everything becomes effortless. After seminars, I am showered with dozens of compliments that explicitly praise my charisma and energy. I tap into a stream of energy that blows through my hair like wind and lifts me up, carries me away and throws me into a parallel reality from which I return disheveled and powerful.

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The narrative collaboration creates its own cosmos. The authors balance on an erotic tightrope. Both are constantly aroused and write as if in a fever. We let our readers take part in the literary copulation orgy.

Finally, we tell particularly arousing Persephone episodes. They have their origins in another text shell, which we may also reveal.

The art of filleting a puffer fish - This is how it continues

Persephone and Ned meet for the first time outside of their academic routine. They are sitting in a café, it is terribly dreary and loud, but that doesn't matter at all. The two are passionate about each other. For the first time, Ned's lips seek Persephone's mouth. Persephone turns her head to the side. The kiss fails on a longing corner of the mouth. Ned's features slip in disappointment. This is the end of a march through march. So much has already happened in the invisible space that Persephone and Ned have opened up in less than twenty-four hours. Yesterday they had their first intimate email contact. Ned reacted to Persephone's exploration of the unfamiliar terrain as if it were pure pornography. I don't want to go into detail, but I have to say that Persephone felt the same way. Let's get this point out before we go any further. Persephone and Ned share the experience that the mere act destroys their erotic concepts. After foreplay, nothing comes that makes them go under the covers. Neither of them has ever experienced what they now believe to be possible, namely having found a partner who can stay on the high wire of arousal for much longer than all his predecessors.

Persephone likes to do some woodworking. She is not ethereal, but completely of this world. Her aesthetics conceal a routine defense against disturbances. Anyone who does not understand her style, who does not grasp her flair, is segregating. Persephone does not need to be understood. Under the seminar title "The Art of Filleting a Puffer Fish" she could teach how to take the good without burdening yourself with the bad

If you combine something good with something bad, you get the bad.

Puffer fish is a poisonous Japanese delicacy. Eating the fish can be fatal for humans. In Germany, fugu fish may not be prepared. In Japan, eating the fugu fish considers an important cultural asset and a luxurious meal. If you follow the principles, you can prepare and eat a puffer fish. You will survive and more ... you will enjoy the consumption of something potentially fatal.

She takes possession of Ned with a defensive movement. She avoids the obvious. She needs greater concentration, which always disappears when the processes of execution run according to plan. Persephone's dark eyes look directly into his fire. Desire tears Persephone apart and yet she orders Ned to stop."Not yet," she demands quietly, "not here."Ned is on the verge of losing his composure. He wants to take the woman away from the world and put her into his cave. You belong to me, he demands her to say. Persephone is moved by the vehemence. Ned's readiness to erupt like a volcano transforms warmth into excitement. Crystals of fear sparkle on the pinnacles of excitement. Yes, Persephone says, although Ned hasn't said anything, yes, I understood you and I say provisionally yes, I belong to you.Persephone consoles the rejected. Almost breathless from excessive and at the same time unexpected tenderness, she strokes Ned's face. The subcutaneous moderation allows Ned to initiate the strategic retreat. This relieves Persephone, now she can let the music continue."You still have to find the right magic word that will open this door for you."Ned looks skeptical, Persephone is overcome by the fear of not hitting the right note. She suspects that Arabic fairy tales do not meet Ned's demands for a literary prelude.

All this grandeur threatens to burst like a bubble. Persephone thinks of Ben, one of her married admirers. She knows that in this relationship her function is not limited to serving as a self-affirmation trophy for the man. He would use her for more ambitious goals if she let him. He makes his offers at every opportunity, now and then Persephone allows herself a little succumbing, a miniature of the full picture.

Ben can't cope with his own well-concealed and rarely challenged inadequacy. His wife has a son with another man. She works in the child's father's company. Ben would have liked to hide away in Academia. The intellectual world as a refuge for incompetence. He is not right for that. Ben arranges everything cleverly. He became a passion for himself in the perfection of his arrangements. He goes for walks when others were struggling with burst pipes and other everyday problems. His avoidant lifestyle leads to mental muscle loss.Why can't Ned just get over his fears and follow her relaxing desire to play?If you want to screw me say abracadabra. And say simsalambim. Any child can say that. And in return, my darling gets to lick the chocolate straight out of my belly button. I present to you the design of my pubic hair, all you have to do is say abracadabra and simsalabim once. Discontent creeps in, after all, Persephone had wanted this playfulness so much. But Ned wouldn't be Ned if he didn't put the mishap behind him with a casual, subtly haughty gesture before the next attempt.

"Tell me," he begins, "about the book that has really turned you on recently. I mean, hot as hell. That helps me understand you."

Now Ned acts conventionally and with restraint as a classic-grandiose seducer, knowing full well that the real captivation of the other person comes from unfiltered interest - the target object is placed at the center of attention in order to later use everything collected against - or for - it.

That isn't the nicest twist Pesephone can imagine. But she can handle it. Ned doesn't want to expose himself. He needs ground under his feet. Simone won't be able to tempt him to step over his banks so quickly. From now on, she too will have to reckon with his cunning.

"Brigitte Bardot's memoirs," is how Pesephone reveals her last memorable literary encounter.

Ned expects more. Pesephone's fascination with a dazzling female character simply gives him nothing. She takes it differently. And why not. As the mistress of the action, she is allowed to give stage directions. We put that in brackets. The Ned after Pesephone's heart finds BB's sensuality reflected in Pesephone, as they are both passionate dancers with hourglass figures. The real Ned knows nothing about passionate dance. If he heard the word hourglass figure, he would google it.

Pesephone identifies with BB. She shares with the famous woman "this unconditional devotion to her romances". She appreciates "the complete uncompromisingness with which BB lived out her own ideas". She explains. That BB left her child alone to make films was unthinkable in the 1960s. This burning fire of her temperament, the great sensitivity and vulnerability. How she completely exhausted herself and finally collapsed recklessly.

"That touches me, do you understand that?"

Ned understands straight away what he is being told - an unrestrained willingness to go to excess, burning down all obstacles. He makes excuses, digresses into more moderate areas. Plays the lecturer. He puts the conqueror in his pocket as a precaution. The pocket clown lounges around waiting for his next appearance. He has all the time in the world and a lot of leeway. Ned is undoubtedly the most interesting Germanist far and wide. The reliefs on his hands and forearms make Simone think of a dendritic river network. For this masculine splendor within her reach, she forgives ned for being on the verge of retreating.

"It's interesting that you find yourself so exalted - when you practice strategic restraint and the creation of calculated obstacles. Do you like the idea of ​​going all out without control and throwing yourself and others to the wolves of your chimeras?"

Ned is back on the pulpit of claimed supremacy. American by birth Texan by the grace of god. Pesephone knows all this... in Texas everything is a little larger and so are the men. The Waylon Jennings style: "I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane."

Ned launches the next attack on Pesephone's protocol. If this love story takes on a demonic dimension, he wants to be the demon. How will Pesephone react?