The Genie - Erotic Short Story

By Vanessa Salt

Amanda is just a normal young woman, except that she is sexually frustrated and doesn't really understand men. One day, she finds a small glass bottle that hypnotises her. When she opens it, a genie appears and fills her body with desire. Should she trust the genie? Should she let him fulfil her wish and fill her up completely?"The Genie" is an exciting erotic novella that mixes desire and lust with mystique.-

• Language: English
• Publisher: LUST
• Release date: Aug 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726320992

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Vanessa Salt

The Genie

LUST

The Genie

Original title:

Anden

Translated by Emma Ericson

Copyright © 2019 Vanessa Salt, 2020 LUST

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ISBN 9788726320992

1st ebook edition, 2020.

Format: Epub 2.0

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The Genie

Another raft tips over and I laugh so hard that soda comes out of my nose. Not that I want to be here—I actually wanted to go home an hour ago.

Do you have to gloat like that? Elvira shakes her head dramatically and straightens out the picnic blanket we’re sitting on. It was my brother that tipped over that time.

I’m sure he’ll survive.

It’s the 30th of April, and in Uppsala where we live, which means it’s time for the yearly raft race. The engineering students at the university show off their creations at the same time as they make complete fools out of themselves. Sure, some of them make it along the river without tipping over, but they are few and far between.

At least this year.

The air is still cool, and yet they dress up in life jackets and silly costumes and climb up on homemade rafts. Recipe for disaster, if you ask me. If you live in this city you don’t really have a choice, you have to watch the race. At least if you know somebody who is in it. And I do. Unfortunately.

The audience watches the race from the guardrails by the waterfalls, kids wave cock-balloons in the air (yes, there are actually cock-balloons) and teenage girls dress up and look for their next one-night stand. We couldn’t find a good spot by the waterfalls, so Elvira and I had put our blanket on the grass down by the side of the river. It’s not as busy here. The rafts emerge sporadically from underneath the bridge to the right, but it’s by the waterfalls everything goes down. I can only see the backs of the tipping floats from here. Elvira doesn’t mind though, she likes to take pictures of the rafts as the float by. Now and again, she shouts and claps her hands when a raft goes by, like the one shaped like a huge