The itinerant merchant

That Sunday afternoon around 5 pm, Marina, my wife, had returned from a birthday lunch with friends. Everything had gone great: pleasant company, great food and even greater drink. She in particular had let herself go with the wine and I had had to support her more than once during the short journey from the house of the birthday boy to our car. When we got home, she collapsed on the sofa chatting and giggling. For the occasion she obviously had…

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Eroticism

Eroticism

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Dreamer, Speaker, Doer — Writer of erotic short stories.