Erotic Bakery

By Cupido

Sexy spice for established partners at home, in day-to-day life and escaping from work, house and kids.This is a collection of erotic short stories from Cupido. The collection contains the following stories:"They'd been living together for many years. They were happy and had everything. But they were childless!" Before the Last Train by Cilla C"About ovulation, a bookseller and erotic bakery in Ancient Egypt." A Fresh Morning Loaf and other Erotic Bakery by Lailato"She asked him to go gently to start with. Then he knew it would be her period soon." My Evening 1 by Affe"He hasn't seen her for six weeks. His expectations run wild as he waits in the arrivals hall." Arrivals/Departures by Camilla, Trøndelag-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Mar 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9788726407174

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Erotic bakery

Erotic Bakery

Original title:

Før siste tog. Saftig morrabrød og andre erotiske bakverk. Min kveld 1. Ankomst/Avgang.

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Before the Last Train

By Cilla C

The day my husband proposed a new way of solving our childlessness, I was left gaping. We’d been living together for many years. Good years. Had an excellent financial situation, a car, house and summer cottage. Good friends. Nice family. No sexual problems. Interesting work but, as I said, no children. We’d had the reason for our childlessness confirmed just a couple of months previously: Bo was sterile, probably on account of an awful bout of mumps he’d had while serving in the armed forces. Having got the news, we took adoption papers home and started filling them out. Although perhaps not very wholeheartedly. My noisily ticking biological clock yearned to feel a child growing inside me. To have morning sickness, swollen breasts, a great big belly and swollen ankles: all the things I’d heard my girlfriends complain about over the years. To have a child made with something of Bo and me. To have something of ourselves carry on.

I looked at Bo for