Tasting You: Entanglement & Tasting you

By Bente Clod

Tasting You is a collection of erotic stories for grown-up women about grown-up women. No hardcore porn, no vanilla sex, just the way life sometimes takes us along at its best and worst. Tasting You 1: Voyeur & SteamTasting You 2: Entanglement & Tasting youTasting You 3: Men & What you desire Tasting You 4: The Mountain & The StoryTasting You 5: Education & The DealTasting You 6: Body Recall & Thai SilkTasting You 7: Wettest Worldwide & The House-

• Language: English
• Publisher: LUST
• Release date: Sep 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9788711931660

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Bente Clod

TASTING YOU 2 Entanglement & Tasting you

Translated by Martin Reib Petersen

Saga

Tasting You: Entanglement & Tasting you

Translated by Martin Reib Petersen

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Cover: Sarah Green

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Entanglement

He entered me, and he never left again. I don’t know why he wanted to come inside, but he’s still there.

The beginning was rather chilly. We met at the supermarket, where we accidentally grabbed the same pack of chicken drumsticks. I was struggling with my trolley, since the wheels were stuck – the wheels always stick on my trolley at the supermarket. I was holding on to the pack, and he was holding on to the pack, and I pulled it towards me, and he yelled: Mind your trolley! It happened to be heading straight for an elderly lady with a cane. He ran around the frozen food display and straight for my trolley, while I found myself frozen to the chicken legs and he picked up the lady and found her cane, and I was puzzled as to why the wheels were suddenly able to spin without any difficulties.

He was wearing a dark green hat with a small feather in it. And short trousers with suspenders over a very chequered button shirt. I wanted to give him a bag of frozen peas as a thank you. But by that time the chicken legs were stuck to my woolly mittens, and he had to help me out of those as well. He huffed and puffed until the ice had melted, a very helpful gentleman indeed.

Afterwards, when the mittens and legs and peas had been pried apart, he asked if I came there often. I told him it was only when I wanted a quick