Blue Velvet

By Cupido

Long-term couples can spice up their sex life with this hot little number whether bored at home or on a weekend away from work, home, and the kids. "She knew he'd been unfaithful, but she didn't react with shock. On the contrary, she'd got her freedom back." – A New Spring by Lena Gustafsson"He knew just how to make a trip to the mall an erotic adventure. His wife got excited too." – Meat by Helene, Trondheim"Her boyfriend always needed to be armed. Someone was after him, and after a number of dangerous encounters it was up to her to handle it." – Blue Velvet by Soacra"She was in her 40s, caught up in a midlife crisis. He was a pensioner with a problem getting it up." – The Pensioner by TG-

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cupido
• Release date: Dec 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9788726309423

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Blue Velvet

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Blue Velvet

Original title:

Ny vår, Kjøtt, Blue Velvet, Pensjonisten

Copyright © 2019, Hverdag A/S/Cupido og SAGA Egmont, Copenhagen

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A New Spring

by Lena Gustafsson

I thought back to the time when I realised I’d been deceived. But why go around and around in circles just because you’ve been tricked? Oddly enough, I wasn’t shocked when I found out. Instead, I kept quiet. Thoughtful. It was only after a while that I was hit by grief and thoughts of revenge. But again, I kept quiet, asking myself: ‘what have I really lost? Nothing. I’ve got my freedom back. Why should I make a fuss?’ And after that, I kept to myself and licked my wounds all that winter.

The fireplace burned, and it was cosy and warm. The cat lazily stretched out on the arm of the big sofa, and the dog lay at by my feet. The children rang now and again to see how I was doing, but I kept up appearances.

Twenty-seven years leave a mark on a relationship. Some are superficial but others run deep. Ronny and I rarely argued. We were financially stable, had friends, and we agreed about the most important things in life. Our large house was my oasis: it was my castle. Everything from the exclusive wallpaper, the Italian tiles in the bathroom, to the orange trees neatly arranged in terracotta pots in the orangery. A house like this wasn’t something you just left. It belonged to Ronny and it belonged to me – just like the cat, the dog and the children that had flown