Giovanna Esse - Italian Women's Erotic Sins, Volume I
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- Название:Italian Women's Erotic Sins, Volume I
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This book is a creation of the imagination. Any reference to real people o objects is purely casual.
All rights reserved.
© Giovanna Esse - 2017
Translator: Clarissa Cassels
Editing and Paging: Pakal
Cover Image: Arianna del Filo
http://giovannastory.altervista.org
Publisher:
Tektime - Traduzionelibri.it
( http://www.traduzionelibri.it).
Credits
(for The iron Fairy)
A tender thank you to my friend âPrincessâ who has agreed to donate her story. In fact, this is a real story, interpreted with only with some crumbs of fantasy.
(for My Princess)
This is a true story. As sensual and sinful, angelic or infernal it may seem, it's true.
Iâve had to bare myself of my preconceptions and my education to be able to accept it⦠partly understand it, and finally love it.
The force of this story also comes from itâs âSourceâ, my friend. The most delicate, fine and sensitive girl I have ever had the honour of knowing. The same one who, a few years ago, donated to me the story of her youth, condensed by me: The Iron Fairy. I thank her and give her my unconditional affection.
Thank you A., sweet creature, wherever you are, maybe I cannot understand you but I am certain that from your âexecrableâ sense of Love scatterers culture, goodness and respect. While in my long proclaimed âmoralâ of the âcivil worldâ only selfishness, lie, greed for power and war are born.
Often, who indulges in professing is only trying to hide his incapacity to learn, to change his disponibility to tolerance and respect towards others.
Reader
I thank those who have read me and I hope that these true stories, revisited with a lot of imagination, have been enjoyed.
I invite you to read the next volume, which features new, exciting, adventures.
A very special thanks to Clarissa Cassels.
She translated my words carefully. She allowed my book to cross the borders of my country. She has translated well everything except these phrases, which are all wrong ... but you will understand the same, because they come from the heart.
Giovanna Esse
Five Sins
Credits Credits (for The iron Fairy) A tender thank you to my friend âPrincessâ who has agreed to donate her story. In fact, this is a real story, interpreted with only with some crumbs of fantasy. (for My Princess) This is a true story. As sensual and sinful, angelic or infernal it may seem, it's true. Iâve had to bare myself of my preconceptions and my education to be able to accept it⦠partly understand it, and finally love it. The force of this story also comes from itâs âSourceâ, my friend. The most delicate, fine and sensitive girl I have ever had the honour of knowing. The same one who, a few years ago, donated to me the story of her youth, condensed by me: The Iron Fairy. I thank her and give her my unconditional affection. Thank you A., sweet creature, wherever you are, maybe I cannot understand you but I am certain that from your âexecrableâ sense of Love scatterers culture, goodness and respect. While in my long proclaimed âmoralâ of the âcivil worldâ only selfishness, lie, greed for power and war are born. Often, who indulges in professing is only trying to hide his incapacity to learn, to change his disponibility to tolerance and respect towards others. Reader I thank those who have read me and I hope that these true stories, revisited with a lot of imagination, have been enjoyed. I invite you to read the next volume, which features new, exciting, adventures. A very special thanks to Clarissa Cassels. She translated my words carefully. She allowed my book to cross the borders of my country. She has translated well everything except these phrases, which are all wrong ... but you will understand the same, because they come from the heart. Giovanna Esse
The iron Fairy The iron Fairy A girl is always a mystery: there is only to rely on her face and the inspiration of oneâs own heart. E. De Amicis
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Epilogue
My secret wife
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My Princess
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Condemned by vice
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THREEWAY LOVE
Travelling
Ambientation
Fraternize
The adventure approach
Night games
Relaxing
Exercises
Change of roles
Crazy Path
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Giovanna Esse
The iron Fairy
A girl is always a mystery: there is only to rely on her face and the inspiration of oneâs own heart.
E. De Amicis
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A fairytale⦠with as much as a Fairy and a Princess, a hut in the woods and an enchanted trail.
Once upon a time, there was a young princes named Dawn.
One day the king and queen, her parents, decided that the small reign, that the good God had reserved for them, was too limited and the money, to such a royal couple, was never enough. Beyond the woods, not too far away, there were other realms⦠all of wealthier and more sumptuous appearance. Certainly, emancipated, they could enhance their noble lineage, entertain relationships and friendships with important families; increasing their prestige and finally, perhaps, they could find that wonder that we all seek but no one ever finds: the Source of eternal youth.
As it is known, on the other side of a dark forest one can find anything, perhaps this is why each person undertakes the same journey without asking too many questions. So the royals made their bags and left, together with their dearest people and princess Dawn, their beloved daughter.
The journey soon became exhausting and full of dangers. The woods are always mysterious and intricate: by day full of illusions but by night inhabited by ghosts and nightmares. The illusions push the brave wayfarers to overcome ordeals that await them, but the ghosts scare them and make them lose orientation and safety.
Overcome by the many and unexpected obstacles adventures, the queen realized she didnât have time to take care of the young princess. So she remembered that, long before, she had met a very special fairy that lived in the forest, in a small place not too far away. Not that she blindly trusted her, but deep down, just like satyrs and mermaids, fairies are just a figment of our hopes and imagination. The forest is insidious, confuses the traveler and fear often leads us to hasty choices. She summoned the little Dawn and said:
âMy dear, our journey is more complicated than what we could have wished for.
By now, as you can see yourself, all around us the plants have become an inextricable tangle, and the trails are more and more obscure. We started amid the rolling hills and now we are surrounded by ravines and gullies. The light no longer filters joyously from the tall green treetops, leaving in its place only darkness, cold and dampness. I donât want you to suffer for our difficulties, there are thousands of paths, many of which are wrong and others that donât lead anywhereâ¦!â
The princes hang from her motherâs lips, young as she was she did not realize the pitfalls she could have been encountering. Happiness, to her, was to be with her parents; her world only extended until there. That was her only measure of joy. The queen continued: âThis is what we will do! While we attempt to get out of this situation, you will wait for us in the home of a fairy I met a long time ago, an old friend. I still remember where the little road that leads to her house begins, come!â. Taking her by the hand she lead her to a nearby clearing. âThereâ said the queen, pointing with her finger at a delightful alleyway, âLook carefully! That is the path that leads to her house. You canât go wrong because at the entrance there is that sign on an old pole.â Dawn sharpened her eyes and in fact saw a small pole on the edge of the path, with a little post carved from the trunk of an ancient tree. âThere, go to her have faith in her hospitality. Every now and then we will meet here, until we will have found our way.â
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