Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 9:54:48 GMT 1
Paolo Franchini had an excellent idea: to gather 365 established and unknown writers to write as many stories of pure wickedness, for a maximum limit of 365 words. For once, evil will be at the service of good. All the stories have been collected in a book, the proceeds from the sale of which go to AISEA Onlus , the Italian Association for Alternating Hemiplegia Syndrome, a rare pathology that affects children all over the world. The book is published via print on demand and can be purchased on the website ilmiolibro.it , where you can read a taster, 61 pages out of 412. Other information on the project is available on the website 365 wicked stories .
I welcomed this request and participated in the collection with the story The Little Girl with the Gray Apron . Now all you have to do is buy it.The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the Special Data cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time. The woman, crying, had entered the house to prepare to give her youth to her lord. The woman's father had asked the feudal lord to accept her daughter's wishes and take her in the dark, such was the young woman's shyness. And he had accepted her request, already enjoying that fresh and immaculate body. When she entered the bedroom, completely shrouded in darkness, she smelled the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him.
He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully. The girl was terrified, the man thought, she didn't move or say a word. She hoped that he had hurt her while deflowering her, even though that type of woman was so proud that he would never admit it. During intercourse the man had frantically groped and kissed that body which remained inert, without heat, like a silent surrender to that manifestation of authority and power. The gentleman finished with a groan, allowing himself one last, angry movement in the girl's body. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.led the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.
I welcomed this request and participated in the collection with the story The Little Girl with the Gray Apron . Now all you have to do is buy it.The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the Special Data cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time. The woman, crying, had entered the house to prepare to give her youth to her lord. The woman's father had asked the feudal lord to accept her daughter's wishes and take her in the dark, such was the young woman's shyness. And he had accepted her request, already enjoying that fresh and immaculate body. When she entered the bedroom, completely shrouded in darkness, she smelled the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him.
He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully. The girl was terrified, the man thought, she didn't move or say a word. She hoped that he had hurt her while deflowering her, even though that type of woman was so proud that he would never admit it. During intercourse the man had frantically groped and kissed that body which remained inert, without heat, like a silent surrender to that manifestation of authority and power. The gentleman finished with a groan, allowing himself one last, angry movement in the girl's body. Another woman had been hers, stolen from her legitimate husband, who had been left waiting helplessly. Smiling, she dressed and went out.led the scent of freshly picked flowers and other fragrances that she couldn't recognize. She glimpsed the woman's form, motionless under her sheets. He caressed her face, which seemed strangely cold to him. He then tore off her dress, took off his trousers and penetrated her forcefully.