Fell in Love There

By Antha Rami

"Fell in Love There" is a collection of 30 short stories that will touch your heart and take you on an emotional journey beyond your wildest dreams. With each story, you'll be captivated by the struggles, triumphs, and joys of the characters as they navigate through life and love. These stories are the perfect companion for a cozy night at home with your lover, as you both journey through tales of passion, heartbreak, and everything in between. So sit back, relax, and let "Fell in Love There" transport you into a world of emotions and pure bliss.
 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Louis Patrick
• Release date: May 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223920687

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Table of Contents

Wild fantasies

The moon

Fell in love there

A lot of feeling

Secret fantasies

I want him

On my dining table

The mail to the point of no return

His heart

Eva dances

At night when the bad men come

At night when the bad men come - 2

Nadine gives information

Katrin gets worried

In his chair

On the way home

In the subway

The Lord's Representation

The stranger in the forest

The unknown

Martina

The volcano eruption

Melissa's Lord

The dress

Stefanie

Monika

My friend's wishes

Yvonne pays back

Kristin

On the tower

Jack's power

Fell in Love There

Author: Antha Rami

Wild fantasies

My colleague is ill, the boss has an appointment away from home and my working spirit is close to zero. But my brain cells provide colorful images, head cinema at its finest.

I dream my way back to the opera. Not that I'm an opera fan, but everything around it in general and in particular, well, more in particular, makes me forget the dreary day.

Three weeks ago I went to the opera with HIM. Because of the crowd in the cloakroom, he suddenly whispered in my ear: Pull in your tummy, and when I just did that without thinking, I felt my hats tighten around. He just put them on his index finger on my lips and grinned.

It was only after I sat in the surprisingly comfortable armchair that I realized. It's good that the lighting was dimmed just at that moment. I must have blushed when I realized that the long slit in my skirt had moved forward from my left thigh and the skirt was now gaping well past mid-thigh. A latecomer with his companion pushed past us, then we started. The Opera and...

From the very first bars of the overture, his hand was on my thigh. It didn't take long for him to discover that I wasn't wearing pantyhose, but silk stockings. From then on, the opera was only a (noise) backdrop. all my senses

focused on the sensations his crawling fingers caused. If I hadn't been brought back to reality every now and then by a huge drumbeat for a few seconds, I would have had to bite my hand much earlier in order not to groan loudly. But it took until just before the first break for me had driven to the first orgasm - and that in the middle of the opera!

I drank the champagne during the break like water. My throat was so dry I needed another glass right away. When we went back and he pushed himself close to me from behind, I felt that it wasn't just me who was still aroused. Nevertheless, this time I made sure that the slit in my skirt didn't gape so wide again.

He just grinned when he noticed how I held the two pieces of fabric as I sat down. Still, I couldn't concentrate on the opera. Again and again he would lean towards me as if to whisper something to me and nibble on my earlobe or he would stroke the side of my breasts and whisper to me how to get up. And I - I waited to feel his hand on my paradise again.

My Vötzchen tingled so much that I had to rub my thighs against each other again and again, but he stewed me. The light fabric of the skirt had long since slipped off my thighs, but I didn't waste any more time thinking about it.

I groped my way to his thigh and on until he was gripping my hand just as my fingertips had felt the twitching bulge in his pants. I almost groaned in disappointment when I finally felt his fingers stroking my hot skin along the edge of my stockings.

Deep in my love cave, the muscles began to twitch without my doing, then his hand was gone again and it became light. When my head cleared again, I noticed that he was standing in front of me and bending down to me.

Come on, my horny little one, he whispered in my ear, maybe we can find a closet somewhere.

Only then did I realize that it would probably only have taken a few seconds until I would have come again.

We didn't find a closet, and he didn't even look for it. With our champagne glasses in hand, we stood behind a thick marble column. With his knee between my legs, he pinned me against the pillar with his thigh. I felt his thickness on my hip. And while he chatted with me as if he had really followed the opera, while the babble of voices from beyond our pillar reached my ears like a distant roar, dull and unreal, so schenkelmusitz could not stand it any longer and rubbed me on his thigh to the next orgasm.

When I was halfway sane again, we just put the empty glasses down somewhere, got our coats and skipped the last act.

What followed was again typical of him. the arm around my shoulders.

I admitted to myself that I longed to comply with his demands, to carry out his outlandish orders. Even if I thought I had to sink into the floor with shame at one point or another, I was actually always rewarded with a gigantic orgasm.

Remembering what happened after the opera, my fingers slipped between my thighs of their own accord, and had it not been for the doorbell ringing scaring me to death, then...

I got up hastily, straightened my skirt and opened it. A boy stood in front of the door, asked if I was Frau Reuter and, after I had confirmed this, handed me a thick brown envelope. I was still standing in the open door when he had long since disappeared and turned the envelope in my hands in amazement. No sender, just my name on it.

I closed the door automatically. On the way to my desk, I tore open the envelope and reached inside. My fingers closed around something soft, silky. I paused for a moment, then pulled it out. As the something unfolded in front of my astonished eyes, I recognized black silk pantyhose.

I noticed an interesting pattern, then a sheet of paper fluttered to the floor. I carelessly put the tights on the table and picked up the paper.

Hello my horny girl, I read and there. I knew right away who the letter was from. The color goes with the light-colored suit that you wear when your boss wants you to be with you at a customer appointment. You can take off the blouse in the toilet before you come to the small café around the corner at 5.30 p.m. That's as far as you get in the pumps make it on foot with the excitingly high heels."

The phone destroyed the image in my mind's eye of me walking to the café with only my bra under my suit jacket. But not only that, I suddenly had my hands full, so I didn't have time to dwell on these exciting thoughts.

I had at least an hour to myself until my husband came home. So enough time to relax in the shower. The panties slid down my thighs with the tight skirt, my nipples stretching as I pulled off the bra. I gently stroked my full breasts, which were already paying a little tribute to gravity - so without support - but for my age I thought what was presented to me in the mirror was still quite acceptable.

I followed with my eyes how my hands slid further down, caressed the gentle curve of my little tummy, how the fingers stretched out as they glimpsed the narrow strip of black hair of mine, and further like the tip of my index finger, following the arrow into the damp Heat between my labia popped.

My pelvis arched forward, my thighs spread. As much as I love my body, I didn't want to be distracted by anything right now. I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to the feelings my fingers evoked. I gently stroked my pearl, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger. The scent of my excitement filled my nostrils.

With the index finger of the other hand I felt for the G-spot in my hot cave, heard my moans and massaged my most sensitive areas until I was shaking with an orgasm that made my knees go weak.

When my feet carried me again, I stood under the refreshing shower, shaved the small stubble from my labia, rinsed extensively with the hand shower - and if my husband hadn't come home...

My heart started pounding when I told my husband about the customer appointment to which I was supposed to accompany my boss. but since i knew he was on his occasional

After breakfast the next morning, my husband said goodbye with a kiss and a slap on my butt and I disappeared into the bathroom. Brushing teeth, blow-drying hair, putting on make-up, all morning routine. Then, however, when I pulled the new pantyhose up my thighs, without panties underneath, and immediately felt how the sheer silk nestled around my pussy, the routine was over.

I noticed how my nipples stood up and couldn't help but stroke my silk-covered pussy at least briefly. I got very hot again—. I quickly put on the cream-colored bra, then the blouse. To close the skirt of the costume I had to pull in my tummy a bit. When was the last time I wore that? But when I turned in front of the mirror, I was satisfied with myself, even if I admitted to myself that today I would buy the skirt at least four centimeters longer. However, my legs could still see each other let it go, I noted with satisfaction. Shoes, the jacket, a glance at the clock - I had lingered too long and had to hurry.

I almost forgot the high heels. Then I was on my way to the S-Bahn. I just managed to sink into the seat with a sigh of relief. I had about half an hour to relax. I leaned into the corner.

Then I felt what the fast walking without panties under the tights had done. I was wet, my labia felt swollen and tingling, and I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. I looked around quickly but no one noticed me. How am I supposed to get through the work day?

In the office, my boss kept me busy all morning, so the time just flew by. At lunchtime in the canteen with all the chattering colleagues my thoughts could not wander either. At around two o'clock the porter called and said a bicycle courier had delivered something for me. I rushed to the gate, took the package and hurried back to my office.

A look at the phone showed me that the boss was on the phone. That would take time, so I dared to open the package. What I saw there I only knew from pictures - love balls! I hadn't imagined it being that big. Embarrassed, I put it aside, looked in the package again and found the expected letter. What I read there took my breath away.

'Hello my horny girl, the surprises continue. Go to the bathroom immediately with the new toys. I think you already know where to go belong. So hide them at their destination - nice and deep, of course. I'll check later and believe me, I'll notice if you cheat and sink her into your wet cave just before we meet. Oh, one more thing: keep your hands off your paradise until we meet.'

I sat in front of my desk, unable to move, my heart pounding as if about to burst. I don't know how long I sat like that before I became aware of the tingling between my thighs. Startled, as if I had been caught, I clenched my thighs. With a quick glance I saw that the boss was still on the phone. So I grabbed the bullets and my purse and made my way to the bathroom.

When I closed the cabin door behind me, the first technical question arose: should I try it sitting or standing? I reached under my skirt, pushed the pantyhose down and sat down on the toilet seat, the skirt under my butt. I already had the balls in my hand when I noticed that the tights restricted my freedom of movement too much.

Only when I had pushed them down to above my knees did it work. I was just thinking about moistening them in my mouth when I felt on my fingertips how wet my cunt was already. And when my index finger then plowed through the gap, up to my pleasure pearl and straight back again, I was sure that it would have to be possible without additional moisture.

Now I wanted to get it over with quickly, pushed first one and then the other ball into my love cave, pressed my finger again and then pulled the tights up. The wet gusset felt uncomfortably cool on my cunt, and the foreign bodies in my cunt had nothing erotic about them at all. So I hurried to get back to my desk.

After just a few steps, it seemed to me that the balls would take on a life of their own. Gentle vibrations constantly emanated from the two balls. When I got to my desk, I had to take a deep breath. I remembered the wet gusset of my pantyhose. If things go on like this, I thought... then my boss's voice would change my mind.

I was happy to be able to do his job sitting in front of the PC. But when I brought him the documents, the vibration in my pussy started again. It's a good thing he was on the phone. So I was able to leave his office right away. With a sigh of relief, I sat down, leaned back with my eyes closed and tried to relax. What was on my mind until Susi, my colleague, looked in the door and wished me a nice evening.

I shut down the PC, slipped on my jacket, quickly changed my shoes and set off. It's good that I passed the toilet, otherwise I would have forgotten what else he had told me to do. I quickly went into one of the cabins, slipped off my blouse and stuffed it carelessly into my pocket. The lining of the costume jacket felt cool on the bare skin at first. My breasts, barely covered by the bra, seemed to be stuck to it. The click of my heels echoed down the hall, and with every step the turmoil in my pussy increased.

I managed the fifty meters to the pedestrian crossing in one go. But then for the first time I was glad that she showed red, so I had to stop and calm down a bit. Green came and I tried to take as big steps as possible. But it's not that easy with heels of seven centimeters.

Concentrating on walking helped me get through at least half the distance. I stopped again in front of a shop window. I didn't care what was on display there, I tried to calm my raging breath and my tingling cunt. In the reflective window pane, I noticed how the neckline of my suit jacket gaped a little wider with every breath I took, and felt the silk of the lining irritate my nipples as I did so. Then I felt armed for the rest of the way.

Just as I turned the corner, his dark Audi Avant pulled up a few yards away. I got in quickly, a quick kiss of welcome, then he drove off. I leaned back and looked at him sideways. The heavy rush hour traffic required his full concentration, but he still threw me a quick glance every now and then. A smile played around the corners of his mouth.

Then he turned right onto a one-way street. He stroked my cheek tenderly with his fingertips, then asked me to reach into the door shelf. Curious, I opened the paper bag I found there and found a sleep mask in my hand. Grinning, he asked me to put them on. I still thought nothing of it and complied with his request.

As soon as it got dark around me, I felt his hand go into the neckline of my jacket.

I thrust my breasts at him expectantly, but he didn't care. Suddenly I felt the light tension of the jacket around my balls of joy relax.

What ... are you doing, I wanted to ask, but his psssssst silenced me.

For a few seconds I enjoyed the fact that he was now pampering my breasts, stroking the bulging bulges and occasionally stroking the hard buds until I thought, 'if someone would...

I grabbed my jacket to pull it up over my bosom. First he slapped my fingers in no uncertain terms, then we came out onto a cobblestone street.

The vibration in my pussy and the way he began to twirl my left nipple made me forget everything else. I moaned, squirmed, gasped as he squeezed my nipple hard, but not really painfully. I didn't understand what he said to me until the second time. In his condition, he could have asked almost anything of me. So I lifted my bottom, pushed the skirt up and spread my thighs as far as possible. Slowly his fingernails scratched the pantyhose from the knee up. I couldn't wait to finally feel her on my pussy.

Then the time came. His finger pressed the wet gusset of the pantyhose into my column, massaging my labia with his thumb and forefinger. Oh, if only he could have my pearl... Yes, I was sure that it would have been me if he had only touched my pleasure button once.

But suddenly the hand was gone. The engine died, I felt his lips on mine, his hands on my breasts, then he pulled off my sleep mask. I looked around soberly, realized that we were standing on the edge of the parking lot of a hardware store and didn't know at first whether I should close my jacket first or pull down my skirt.

He made the decision for me, told me to get out and come to his side. I was frozen. Only when he barked at me Immediately! I opened the door and scurried around behind the car to his side as fast as I could in my high heels.

I stood trembling in the dusk in front of the open driver's door. My skirt covered at least the bare minimum, but my tits... I didn't get to think about the situation any further.

Simultaneously with the hand that grabbed my crotch came his next instruction: Hold on to the roof rails and spread your legs!

As soon as my thighs, which had reflexively closed around his hand, loosened up, he rubbed my crack again, even trying to push a finger into my wet cave. But then there were the bullets. My thighs began to tremble, and when he grabbed my cleft at the top, my labia, and massaged my clit with them, I felt so powerful that I thought I would faint.

When I had my wits about me again, I realized that he had gotten out and grabbed me from behind. I felt so comfortable in his arms, snuggled my butt against him and wasn't at all surprised to feel his hard-on there.

He massaged my boobs and whispered to me, Yes, come on my little one, stretch your butt back.

Still standing by the car with my thighs spread wide, I did what he wanted and felt himself my pussy stretched. I froze for just a moment when I heard a tearing sound and immediately felt a cool breeze caress my wet pussy.

His fingers pushed into my overflowing pleasure cave. But there were still the bullets. Surprised, I wanted to close my thighs, because he had already pulled the balls out of my Vötzchen.

Then he let me know that he wasn't any less aroused than I was earlier. His pleasure-giver rammed into my pussy, smacking his lips, his hands gripping my hips. The frenzied staccato of his thrusts drove my excitement back up in no time. And when I felt the first splash of his cream deep in my cunt, my pussy muscles twitched around his pleasure donor. I came again with a gigantic orgasm.

When we got back in the car we looked at each other and grinned from cheek to cheek...

The moon

The moon was full and had a bright glowing ring around it. Blue-gray clouds moved quickly across the sky, and owls could be seen flying through the treetops in the night-shrouded clearing. The moonlight shimmered in a large pond. At its edge were seven cut tree stumps, almost reaching into the water. An old rotten bench stood not far from the shore. A small monument could be seen through some trees.

There was still a little way to go to get to the abandoned ruins. In front of the ruins was a large patch of meadow, behind it the adjacent forest. Beyond it rose a hill in the pale moonlight.

Up to this point I had only been here during the day, but today was different because I had met a wonderful man who drove me crazy about so many things, including sex of course.

I used to be open to some crazy things, but there was something missing in my relationships and in my sex life.

But he had it! He was my hero!

We had been to many places and had fun, but there was something magical about this night.

Arrived at the ruin, we climbed up the slope on which it stood. Then we had to climb a wall and then pull ourselves up to a platform, the first floor of the ruin, so to speak. The ground was rocky and hard. We had torches, our sleeping bags, blankets, food and drink, and took all sorts of other things. We lit one of the torches and shone our way into the inner courtyard of the ruin. In the inner courtyard of the ruin, most of the area was covered with grass and earth and was therefore nice and soft.

Most of the ruins had collapsed long ago, perhaps centuries ago, but a small portion was still covered. This was a room the size of a living room. Built from large blocks of sandstone and really old and musty. Thick iron rings hung in the wall, and a hook was fastened to the ceiling.

We prepared our camp for the night, lit more torches, and put them in the ground in a circle around our sleeping place, rolled up the sleeping bags, and already lit the iron in the middle. So we designed a sizzling and very exciting atmosphere around this place.

The night was bright. You could see blue blurred outlines of the forest and the stonework. I wasn't exactly lavishly dressed as it was a tropically warm summer night. A short black dress and a black thong underneath covered my skin.

I looked around a little more, because I was curious how this environment might look at night. I was standing on the edge of the wall, looking into the forest, when I felt a warm breeze caress the back of my neck and a tender but firm voice whispered in my ear, Get undressed, now!

I felt chills down my back runner. But I quickly followed his instructions. He turned my back to him. I let my hands limp on mine body hanging down. He tied my eyes shut with a wide cloth. Then he grabbed my upper arms and led me into the 'torture chamber'.

I saw nothing, only smelled the earthy-stony smell of the old walls. The floor was a bit uneven, but I couldn't concentrate on this triviality anymore, because suddenly my back was pressed against a cold wall. His strong fingers wrapped around my wrists and lifted my hands toward the ceiling. The handcuffs clicked there. I was familiar with that sound. It was exciting and scary at the same time not knowing what action would follow.

For me, this experience was the first of its kind, although in my imagination I had dreamed of it for a long time. My whole body was electrified, I felt the air movements as if he were walking around me to examine my body. I was at his mercy, hanging from a hook, blindfolded and unable to defend myself.

A feeling of fear caught up with me for a short time, but when I felt a strange object sweeping from my neck, down over my collarbone, then slowly further over my breasts, pure lust was not fulfilled.

I noticed that my master was beginning to work more intensely on my nipples and lightly slapped my breasts with the object, which must have been a crop. It felt like an electric shock jerking through my entire, naked body. Then he knelt down in front of me and ran his fingers over my body. He stroked my stomach down to my legs, he let out my pussy. It was exactly that, this distance, that made me hotter and hotter.

I was already delighted at the thought of finally feeling him inside me, but I knew that this would not be the case any time soon.

He said to me: