LITMIR.BIZ

      CIRQUE SEXUEL

      MyMay

      Artcover: Giada Armani

      Copyright: BERLINABLE UG

      Berlinable invites you to leave all your fears behind and dive into a world where sex is a tool for self-empowerment.

      Our mission is to change the world - one soul at a time.

      When people accept their own sexuality, they build a more tolerant society.

      Words to inspire, to encourage, to transform.

      Open your mind and free your deepest desires.

      All rights reserved. It is not permitted to copy, distribute or otherwise publish the content of this eBook without the express permission of the publisher. Subject to changes, typographical errors and spelling errors. The plot and the characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to dead or living people or public figures is not intended and are purely coincidental.

      Chapter 1: Spree River

      In one of the most magical sunset spots on the Spree River, where a grove of trees, the flow of water and the flaming sky glow together in perfect harmony. I watched her, she was beautiful, 'Elle' at least that is how I named her in my mind.

      A redheaded girl was staring at the sunset with a dreamy, hazy glance as the sun beamed through her brown eyes. Her red, wavy hair wafted in the cool breeze of late October. Luscious round lips held a Marlboro red cigarette, and while she inhaled, her red lipstick left a sexy mark on her cigarette shaped like her lips. A part of her was staring at me too, her aroused nipples pointed through her white, crop-top t-shirt, emphasizing her perfectly teardrop-shaped breasts. I quickly took my phone out and snapped a picture.

      Elle dropped her cigarette to the floor. Then she got up slowly and bent down to pick it up. I was sitting at a table behind her, the perfect spot to watch. Her red shiny heels, the smooth white skin of her calves and muscular thighs stretched slowly. As she stretched, her silky mini-skirt revealed round, meaty ass-cheeks, and her black lace g-string was holding her pussy lips and created a perfect camel toe. The moment froze, I was staring at her from behind and drooling from my inside. She was already seated, and now I noticed her sucking her purple straw, pulling her vanilla milkshake to her mouth. As she licked her upper lip, I couldn’t hold myself anymore.

      I ran to the bathroom, accidentally went to the men's room at first. While I ran left to the women's room, holding my strapless dress, I heard another pair of heels clicking behind me. I chose the left one out of 2 small stalls.

      I pulled down my panties, sat on the toilet bowl, and spread my legs sliding my right hand to my clitoris, rubbing it in circles, as my left constantly going from the inside of my thighs to my c-cup boobs while I imagined Elle sucking my brown nipples just as she was sucking the purple straw a moment before, kissing me and going down from my neck to my belly. Her hair was tickling my chest, as she was sliding her tongue towards my groin, massaging the inside of my thick thighs and grabbing my buns.

      As I started to get close, I shouted out her name “Yes Elle!”, moaning as I imagined her with me in the small toilet booth kissing and gently licking my vulva, pinching my left nipple with her fingers as I pulled her hair towards me, grabbing her breasts and scratching her back with my long black fingernails.

      She pushed her fingers deep inside of me as she played with her tongue up and down my clit. Elle moved her head back, pulled her fingers out, and started sucking them. When she pressed my clit I noticed her dark pink nail polish. It had the same color as my inner lips. I felt as if her fingers belonged there and she painted them especially for me.

      I moaned her name loudly when my fingers reached the deepest place possible. I massaged my clit as fast as I could. In my imagination, her tongue was going up and down all over my slit, making me wet. I screamed “Elle!” when I reached the peak, my body shivered. “Wow, one of the best orgasms I had in months.”

      I was wiping my wet pussy and thinking out loud that I'm tired of rubbing my clit and charging Blick, my black vibrator twice a day. I bent down to pull up my panties. I panicked when I saw a pair of red shiny heels across from me, in the next booth. It was Elle. My heart skipped a beat.

      Elle flushed the toilet and stepped slowly out of her booth. She stood in front of my booth--I saw the front tip of her heels, I could hear her breathing. I froze. She bent down and peeked under the door as her hair touched the dirty floor. She slid a small black envelope under the door towards me. I picked it up and opened it, and looked closely to find a note written in shiny green neon letters: It looked like a party invitation, but instead of an address, it listed GPS coordinates located in the middle of Grünwald forest. The opening hours were weird: 'real world: 00:00-04:21, our world: 04:20'. So the party would start at midnight.

      I stepped quickly out of the stall, while fixing my hair and pulling my dress out of my ass. I looked around for her screaming 'Elle!' on the way out, but then I remembered that that’s not even her real name, just the name I made up for her so I could moan over her beautiful looks. I went back to my table holding the small note, put it in my bag and pulled out a Marlboro Gold cigarette. I had to smoke my 'Cigi' (cigarette) after sex to comprehend how real it felt and started wondering if she was actually in there with me. I left the coffee place and walked on the promenade, holding the note, wondering what the hell it meant and what I should do.

      Chapter 2: To Go or Not to Go

      I got home and still couldn't think about anything except Elle, the note and my crazy orgasm that afternoon. I managed to masturbate in the shower, and again just before I got dressed. I got horny just wondering what she was going to wear. Then I chain-smoked and burned my omelet while applying my makeup. Before my curiosity and nervousness turned from loud thoughts to screams, I decided at 22:42 to already call a taxi.

      The driver couldn't find the address on his Google Maps and said that “in my 20 years driving around Berlin I never heard of that place.”

      “Yeah, of course, it’s in the middle of the forest! Let me check,” I said nervously, and put the same address on my phone. My heart was beating fast until I hit 'start navigation' on my screen. Luckily, it worked.

      It was the longest taxi ride of my life. Through the window, the streets looked less and less familiar. It got darker, my right leg was shaking and I was constantly biting my lower lip.

      We were out of the city, and there was nothing around us except trees and grass. The driver suddenly hit the brakes. I bit my lower lip so hard it started bleeding.

      “There’s a fence here I didn’t see, it came out of nowhere.” He said,

      “Do you have a tissue? My lip is bleeding.”

      He opened the glove compartment and took out a tissue. While he turned around to give it to me, he said, “you just need to pass this fence and walk straight. It should be there.”

      -He grabbed my shoulder before I was halfway out of his car, stared deep into my eyes, and whispered: “Be safe, call me if you ever need a ride back.” Then he gave me his business card.

      I slammed the car door behind me.

      Chapter 3: A Circus Tent

      I followed a long, dark path. My heels were deep in the mud, my fishnet stockings and my leather mini-skirt offered no protection from the freezing cold wind. I walked for who knows how long. I was smoking my third cigarette and hugging myself and my soft pink fur coat when the muddy path turned into a long red carpet. A large circus tent appeared in front of me. It was a wide tent covered in black and pink stripes. On top of it, five colorful flags with pictures of what looked like naked people. It was dark so I couldn't see it clearly, but the one thing I noticed was that on the yellow flag, the character had no face or genitals like the other ones.

      I came closer

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