Min inresa översatt till Engelska, ha synpunkter om korrekt stavning. Att det inte är hela beror på att jag inte kan lägga in allt beror på Google översätt som jag använt mig av har en gräns på texten vilket gör att inte ens första kapitlet kommer med.
Någon som kan översätta Nissegossens inre resa till engelska som tycker det är kul att översätta, sökes. Inget betalt men kan få sitt namn som översättare.
Hi everyone at viska.se. I have written a text already in 2002, it is an erotic story and I publish it here because the topic of sex that Graatass brought up a little below is so taboo.
We all have sexual fantasies of various kinds.
If you want, you can read the whole thing, otherwise just read what you want.
It's written from a female perspective, even though I'm a man.
It is quite long and ends in the middle of a sentence, which has a reason.
Welcome to another world of performances, you can and can say what you want about it.
Nissegossen's inner journey
Welcome! The trip is paid for, you hold the ticket in your hand! Before you travel, if you have any religious concerns, consider rebooking your trip. I am your personal tour guide, and my name is Nissegossen.
What were your intended destinations? A trip to paradise islands, or three weeks in the Alps. Then you should think about, if you want to be there in the winter, or in the spring at a freshly bubbling spring stream.
Do you prefer to go to the Maldives, and sit below a warm waterfall and swim and then sit there on a rock and arrange your hair with a comb, after swimming in the lagoon which is the base of the waterfall. Then you are in place. There, tropical plants grow around you. You hear deafening sounds from crickets and cicadas, parrots and monkeys chattering in the treetops. The light springs as if slowly through the branch, it is by the way, except right where you sit an eternal green light. It is a tropical light with sunshine right where you are.
You think you are completely alone with these sounds, lights and scents around you. All of a sudden you get the feeling of not being alone anymore. No danger! You understand that he was the one who scouted you already when you came here to the Maldives. He is a native and could not let go of your gaze even when you came to the islands. You are really interested in him, he overcomes his shyness and comes a little close from the side towards you, you see him but do not pretend to notice him. It's getting a little hot in your womb, it's getting heavy, it's exciting, this meeting. You're not scared, he's young, he has a nice body, you wanted something like this to happen. You've wanted him in your mind ever since before you had your first orgasm, he's your dream, if not prince then at least the one you've always wanted ever since you booked the trip!
He is what you booked the trip to hope to experience. He sneaks up on you, but he knows that he has been discovered, he longs for you, you can not be mistaken. His estate is not out of this world you have not seen anything like where you come from. You long, but he's still a little shy so he goes in the deeper part of the lagoon a little more from the front when he approaches you. It is at first quiet between you, it is just the deep tropical nature around with heavy earthy scents, and all the sounds of nature that are around you. You speak the same language, it is a language that all young lovers have always spoken. It is a language without words but you understand each other without anyone speaking. The heat in your womb is getting more and more intense, it would not be that far to an orgasm even now. He comes close to you giving you his smile, and you laugh back almost giggling like a young schoolgirl on her first date. You fully understand each other. You get up, meet him and give him a little kiss on the cheek, he shows response immediately and takes you in his arms and kisses you intensely, with playing tongues, you are both horny, you tear yourself free and start run.
his mobile so that he can connect to the laptop through the mobile. Then you take another Whiskey and jump into the shower you enjoy to the fullest and lubricate yourself with fragrant oil that rejuvenates your skin and removes cellulite and wrinkles and it also gives a firmer hole. You are now a little dizzy, and take on from the collection that you have with you, a nice almost transparent bra with matching panties in the same color, plus what almost looks like a negligee, even though it is not, it has laces at the front, but you do not tie them together, you go with it open. You lie down on the bed, you all have a little emotion, you take and caress yourself through the panty fabric, your clitoris wanted to be caressed you know how you want it, you have quick fingers and caress yourself on your clitoris and when it should be exactly go for you, run three fingers in and out of your wet womb while stroking your clitoris with the other hand. You come in an orgasm, you needed it, it must be on these horny latitudes. You fall asleep, it's evening when you wake up. The hotel has started its internal exchange but it is still not possible to call out on the town or via mobile. On the other hand, the reception says that you can order satellite calls, but you had already understood that. You decide you want something to eat and ask if the kitchen is open and if you can order something to eat. It went well they already have full speed on all the features within the hotel. You turn on the TV and take CNN on it, where the news of the earthquake has already passed as the first news. 800 people had been killed and many more injured but this is India and news tends to get a reduced interest from editors and the general public with the square at a distance from where something has happened.
You order a fillet of mignon and a bottle of red wine. You take a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, drink the cold good water voluptuously in large sips. You put on the bathrobe that the hotel has as standard, and open the door when the waiter comes with the food you preferred to take in the room. You sit down at the table and the food is served on the plate the wine shows the waiter on the label, you see that it is an Australian wine with a name that you do not remember.
Both the wine and the food are good, you eat and drink while you have already waved out the waiter. You're looking at the clock, Lord God it's already a lot but you're still suffering from jet lag, so you take it easy, when you thought of trying to get in touch with your husband to see if he could connect via his mobile and laptop where he is on the train. Thankfully, you got him online almost immediately, he had thought the same thing, two souls and one thought.
Yes, he had sent an article to the newspaper and he had spoken to the editor, and they would put up her name under the article as one of the employees of the newspaper on site in Madras. They talked for a while and she wanted to have phone sex with him but he laughed and said he was not exactly alone, he sat in the crowded restaurant cart with a cup of coffee and smoked a cigarette. It collided with the brandy he had just ordered so he said you can wait until we meet again, she had time to say, I miss you so much. Then the brakes on the train hit. Everything that was on the table went almost to the floor, he only had time to save the brandy cup he was holding in his hand, the rest went to the floor or ended up in his lap. It was at the last second that the driver braked, he had discovered that a train on a collision course was coming straight at him. The speed of the speeding trains meant that if there had not been a safety gear as there should always be, to put the oncoming train on a siding and the train driver did not react immediately, both trains would have collided with many carriages on trailers. The driver and attendants of the oncoming train were dead, they had been shot to death by a drug-addicted drug addict who was so agitated that he seemed to be the greatest in the whole world and that he could do exactly what he wanted. That train had many terrified passengers who continued on at high speed.
The train driver in the locomotive on the train took a Nitroglycerin tablet, that he had heart problems he had not told his employer. Had he had something soothing, he would have taken it with him. Now that the train was stationary, he understood that the locomotive had to be salvaged because the brakes made the wheels flat during the violent braking, so-called impact under the wheels. The journalist who came from the city that the speeding train was heading towards knew that that city had a large petrochemical industry on the outskirts of the city.
The journalist was told by the woman who drove the car, her story, she told that she found out the year before, that her mother who committed suicide six months after she was born, was raped by a priest in the Catholic Church when she was on confirmation teaching twenty-five years earlier. Her mother had been flirtatious with the priest and had been defiantly dressed short, short. The priest had completely sonic taken her over the knees and given her a spanking just like you do with small children, this was just that she was sexually mature and had an orgasm while she was over the knees of the priest. When the priest notices this, he goes insane and tears off her panties and rapes her in the church sacristy. Her mother, who did not dare to tell anyone about who made her pregnant, because the priest threatened to send her to hell in person if she said anything to anyone. She was expelled from the family because of the pregnancy and because she refused to say who was the father of the child. The woman who was the result of the rape was now on her way with the revolver to shoot the priest who had now become a cardinal. She had been told this because there was a witness in the church, a basket boy who had witnessed it all, as an eight-year-old he did not dare say anything either. What the woman did not know was that the drug addict in the locomotive of the speeding train was just that basket boy. The drug addict knew in his drugged state that this was the last trip, because he had both HIV infection and jaundice, he did not want to live anymore but he also did not want to go alone.
The train approached the point where the snipers, three in number, were placed with ammunition that was as damaging as possible. When they got to the point where they were going to shoot, they did. One hit the drug addict in the head so that the entrance hole was small but on the right side there was no face left and blood and brain substance was everywhere and sat as glued to the cab walls, luckily for the passengers the locomotive made an overhaul so that the falling body knocked off the wrench and train began to slow down slowly.
When you got to where the rails had been blown, the train set lasted only about twenty kilometers per hour. The locomotive went off the track and there was an abrupt stop immediately, but where no one else was injured.
The camel moaned, she felt the weathering of water in the oasis a short distance away, she knew that there she had to drink herself thirsty and graze on dates and figs and above all get rid of the bulky packing she had on her back. The oil sheikh used to take his family (he had three wives and ten sons, how many daughters he had he did not know) out in the desert to stay there a few months a year to live on the old way Bedouins did in thousands of years. He did not need it, he could maintain the whole party from the helicopter if he wanted, for money was not lacking.
The camel got rid of its packing and was led to the water hole where she was allowed to drink thirsty in the bucket that had been filled with water for the purpose.
She was allowed to drink thirsty and give her calf di, but there came one of the sheikh's daughters and milked the camel because her father thought camel milk was good. The Bedouin tent had been set up in a hurry, it is always necessary to get up very quickly, given that sandstorms can appear very quickly.
She brought in the camel's milk to her father where he was sitting on rugs, hand-knotted Persian rugs, he was preparing his hookah with tobacco for the first flare that day. She took off her sandals before entering the tent, her father had also been given strong Arabic coffee served in small suede cups to drink from.
The next day there would be a party, because it would be her wedding day.
e was only fourteen years old but an adult for her age. She was a well-developed young woman who had never been with a man. It was an arranged marriage, the man she was to marry was her cousin, the father. He was nineteen years old and had attended Eton in England. She would bring with her thirty-ten Camels and Dromedaries in dowry plus a considerable amount in traditional gold coins and gold chains with both gold dollars and the South African krügerrand, which she would have around her neck when she got married.'
The next day the guests came to the oasis which was a large oasis, it was a very large spring of fresh water that was so close to the surface that it was in the day right where the oasis was, it never dried out. None of the real wealth in the form of water sources or oil sources was included in the dowry. The sheikh wanted full control over them. The guests came and were well treated with roast lamb on skewers, which were grilled over an open fire. There were also belly dancers and jokers, who accelerated the event where nothing was saved in the form of food and drink. The festivities lasted until late at night, before the bride and groom went into their own tent to be there during the wedding night while the party continued around the camp.
He, who had experience of lovemaking since her years of study in England, let her undress, all but the veil she took off, where she sat blushing and expectant at the night camp and looked shyly down towards her womb. He looked at her like no man had seen naked before and he looked at her shapely breasts, white lily hills that had never been caressed by the sun. He went down on his knees in front of her and gently took off her veil and gave her a kiss on the mouth which she awkwardly answered, but which she did not dislike. He then took and kissed and caressed her neck then went further down to her breast took the right nipple in her mouth and sucked on her chest and felt with the other hand on the left, he kissed her body left no plate unkissed, under her knee crease he found a point where she was extra sensitive, he even kissed her toes.
He had only left her womb untouched, he sought it until now, and kissed her on the inside of her thighs, seeking his mouth up to her womb, where he found her rosebud where she gives herself completely to him, she now longs to feel his limb and he affirms her growl of chain and lust. He sniffs with his limb against her love cave before gently rubbing the limb against her narrow slit that this has never known before.
He penetrates with the help of her hand into her until it receives, it is her hymen that he penetrates with his limb, she screams a little grand when he deflores her. It hurts a little at first, but it is soon replaced by a strong increased desire, she comes at the same time with him in the first orgasm of her life. They love with life and desire all night long while the camels, the ships of the desert, stand outside and ruminate their dates.
The ship was in distress at sea. It was a free-breaker who had encountered a liner, but managed to escape, but with severe injuries. - Captain, we have a hole in the port bow that lies below the water surface. - We have to put manpower to the pumps. - We put her so we get the wind from the stern from port and reload the ballast so that we load her more to the stern so we get her above the water surface at the hole. "We do so," replied the captain. - Tell the carpenter to seal the leak quickly, because the liner does not let us escape so easily. - In the worst case, he has to take a sailcloth and deck plank to seal her until we come to the protection of the land mass which are some large islands further ahead, which I can glimpse in the binoculars. - Oh, oh, Captain! Answered the second.
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