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Ina Moon  & Inas Stories

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Hello and welcome to everyone!

to all the crazy fanciful people and those who want to become one.

On this blog you will soon find some of our short stories

Warning: All stories and people are fictitious.

If you also feel like you have to try to be an "writer" and want to publish your own stories,

then let us know - you're welcome to fill this blog with your imagination

and to let others share in your colorful world.

Book reviews are also welcome.

We look forward to welcome you as an active reader or writer

Ina Ina Moon & Stories

Sorry for our English, it´s not that good that we want to, but we look forward to improve it

Achtung Fusion...

Meine Posts aus Inas-Stories werden hier her übertragen - nicht über die Datenmenge erschrecken :)

Dissatisfied Story Part |

First I want to apologize for my bad English. I hope you can understand me anyway. For help I am always grateful, as well as comments and tips…

Dissatisfied Storie

 

She was totally excited because at this day she had a date. Well if you could call this a date. They had met first time a long time ago , but with a “Hi” was all they´re talked about.
Nevertheless something had always fascinated her about him and averted her attention. Whether it was his character, his look, his smile - she could not answer this question.
She got to know his true nature until later ... Namely at this time , when she decided to write him. Internet , the mobile age after all – no problem to write someone without the mobile phone number. Facebook your friend and helper . A reason to advance was also exists.
A little party with friends, an invitation would be suitable as base . Actually, everything was well thought out. Only that she did not really sure know if he would ever come.
At that time a nice answer to the mail even came quite quickly - the beginning of the two began at this day. More than an ordinary conversation came quickly. For the first time in her life she had the feeling to be able to be herself.
Normally she´s quite a complicated person. She had no one met by this time, were she could be 100 % herself - not because of the reason that they would not have wanted it - but most of them just do not understand her nature and her sense of humor. That had said to her: “that she is crazy” or something like “what drugs she had taken”.But not by writing him. She had the feeling that she has known him a long time ago. And all her thoughts and darkest desires finally be able to confide in him. It was like an addiction to write and talk to him. This man was the first one who fascinates her on his way. It was the first time in her life that she had the feeling of being understood.
She had long thought about whether they should meet. The fear that the date would change everything exists. That the mail conversations would die and the laughs, the conversations, all others would stop. Yes she was thrown slightly off course when he asked her for a personal date. But, other side, a date has nothing reprehensible . However, she had rather shocked the direct question whether she would be interested in sex. No relationship, No obligations. Only Sex.
They had well understand anyway, so there would be no points, which would argue against a sexdate. Her motto was “no sex without love”. Feelings and trust are important points for having sex, because letting herself go she could imagine not otherwise.
Finally, she came to some reflections on the finding that trust and understanding are actually available and also determines the wavelength.
An attempt was well worth it, though in the hope nothing to destroy, nothing of the mail "relationship" that they used currently and in which they are so well understood.
When she had always the feeling " happy " to be for a few moments - or better expressed carefree. So many thoughts to a single date ... She had finally decided to get involved and see what would happen to it. Therefore, she stood in front of her wardrobe and wondered what she could put on to such a date at all? She had never had such a date before. And the thought of it was completely new and a little frightening for her. After looking at the clock she was even more in frantic pace. So she grabbed a top and jeans shorts and black lace underwear. It was summer and the temperatures in the evenings are very pleasant. She loved black lingerie in which she also felt most comfortable.
That is the reason why it seemed to her to be the best option for the evening in order to be able to reasonably comfortable. Her excitement and tension rose how faster the clock was ticking. While showering she stayed meticulously out to make her as pretty as possible. Personal hygiene and hair removal are important for her. Actually, she has always been a perfectionist at this point.
Blow-dry hair and makeup had looked bad this evening, great " Bad Hair Day" and horror chamber makeup were announced. It was exasperating. She wanted to look especially great this day and she wanted to impress. She was a little vain, but this fact is not so bad if she just want to look good in order to please herself and to feel comfortable. For once, she was glad that her date was late.
But then she heard a car that shuts off the engine outside her house.
She checked again her styling the last time in the mirror. The next moment the bell rang. Her tension grew immeasurably. When she opened the door he gave her a lovely smile. It was a strange feeling that accompanied her, as they went upstairs.
How longer he stayed by her, her tension vanished. As in the mails they could have a good time together and spent the time with talking and laughing.
She was happy about the fact that they are so well understood and she started to feel comfortable around him. They sat together on the terrace and talked about “God and the world”, passed minute by minute. She enjoyed the evening with him and that he even give her the feeling of interest and attention. That someone was there who would listen, with whom she was able to laugh and someone who understood her. She lived for the moment and felt totally comfortable in his presence. How naturally the two spent their time together made ​​her happy and let her forget the reason of his visit.
She was not really the best hostess. That´s a fact: she had not even offered him something to drink since more than one hour ago. As he gratefully accepted their shamed question about a drink, she went on the way to the kitchen .
On the way back it happened. The moment that she had previously expected with kind of fear. He grabbed her arm and pulled her gently to him. Already only this touch inflames a fire in her and all around her began to blur. She sat on his lap and she felt like her skin began to glow.
Each touch felt so strongly as she had never dared to feel. His eyes focused her. She felt like wax in his hands. When his lips laid to hers her last doubts flow away.  The sea of ​​flames began to spread in her body and inflamed her desire. She had never felt so much desired by touched by someone.
She pined for his lips warm and soft lay down on her own. She lost herself under his touch. The kissing at first was initially timid, but increased in the same breath, and the desire seemed to soar. A liberating feeling settled over her - a feeling of utter devotion. She began to tremble all over. She wanted him. She trusted him, she wanted to indulge by him. She liked the role of the seduced.
He radiated a kind of dominance and led her towards the abyss of realistic perception.
Before, it was hard for her to feel desire, she almost talked herself already to be a frigid and jaded woman - so easy it was for her at that moment. Only a touch on her arm made ​​her shiver, a flash of fire burned through to her most vulnerable point, she only wanted one - him. The desire was burning everywhere, afraid to burn underneath was her only concern ... But he went agonizingly slow. Too slowly for her, for her desire. He pulled her out of her top and began to kiss her shoulder downstairs.
The kisses left a burning trail on her skin. She felt his erection against her, she wanted to devouring him between her legs at her sore spot. He made her completely mad. Feel him, that was the only thing she wanted. He pulled her out of her shorts. The feeling of pleasure increased further. To be a sexual object of his desire, that´s what she felt directly on her bare leg and her wet panties on his jeans.
True Devotion and dropping herself she had felt up to this only in her dreams. She pleaded formally for redemption with every cell of her body. But her pleas were not increased. Painfully slowly he stroked her until just before fainting. Burning marks on her body, glowing skin, and the most ardent desire to feel him inside her - this subjection and devotion pleased him. He played with her, with her desire. The moist panties and her trembling inspired him. He wanted to give her an unforgettable experience that should never be forgotten. His kisses covered every single inch of bare skin. He wanted to hear her screaming for it – for the sex with him. He wanted to feel that her starved burning body with all the cells in every thought and every request was fulfilled of him, and that she would still dreaming of this date and this desire for a long time….

Man/Woman of my dreams

""My dream man", "my dream woman" has to be...."
perfect man / perfect woman ....I honestly get a little smile on my face
Let me explain my opinion to you :
Everyone has faults , this is a true fact. No one is perfect .
But do not just these faults makes people to what they are?
Yes a person actually is characterized by its corners and edges. His large and small quirks - but I think you can not talk about perfection in this case.

In the term  resonates so much superficiality ...

Deeper asking: defining what is a "dream" for you ?
However, actually only positive properties are enumerated - or what is considered to be positive in our society.
My opinion : It's the warmth that makes a person ... The way how to deal with situations. That not everything is self-evident. That you appreciate things white and not everything accepts as it comes . Has an independent opinion and also behind it , come what may.
Yourself not to think too much about out statements and opinions of others - just because it's just according to these people, " NORMAL"  ... not to go with the flow and leave his own footprints ... a positive attitude is very important I think .. .small laugh lines are very sweet ... small scars can make people interesting ... Small errors can be very attractive ...Mixture of Playful, Crazy, Spontaneous, bring someone a smile
For looks I would describe it this way: I like many things that are not a MUST HAVE , however , in my opinion has just tune the whole package .
A man or woman can , however, still look great, no radiation is present , the person is uninteresting.So I think you can define anything about the appearance and interpret not only positive characteristics or ideals of beauty in the picture of the dream ...The perfect man does not exist anyway ,but possibly the perfect antidote to yourself !Your opinions ?

About dream dancers and the happiness

A few questions are in my head... Asking me...
Maybe it's the winter , some situations or occasions ... maybe you can give me to answer to this, if you have already found for yourselves?
Are you happy with your life?Or do you feel something crucial missing ...  you can not define it ... actually, one would have to be happy with his life ?
Actually ... would ... when ....

only realized that something is missing if you does not have it ? Things, people , feelings that we are soon taken for granted ... A roof over your head, daily food, a warm place , a place - one can call home , family ... All of these are probably basic needs in order of happiness... But things do not always fulfilled one ...

Possibly does it matter how you define happiness?
... I even have to admit , feel the happiness in the present moment ... here I would love to stop time and embrace the moment fixed , which makes me relax - shuts down my thoughts and just a smile causes ... these moments where nothing else matters , only us here now ... I know everyone here has methods or moments that would define as luck ...A definition of these: happiness are the moments that take our breath away ...
The rob with the breath , I slowly no longer knows whether the so true with me ....
For my part I can leave my thoughts and forget the world around me , I live for that one moment - as funny as it may sound now - while dancing ...even if I can not dance in the sense as the dance groups , professional dancers or something else ... I am having fun - no matter how terrible might look like ... I must be even also do not see it ... ;-) While dancing you can also very much play , into another world , beeing a child , be sexy , be an adult - to whatever you feel like doing - no matter what the song ...
show emotion , introvert or extrovert ... even the chicken dance can be fun ... (who knows the still from the children's carnival :-D )I love the dancing and the roles into which you can slip ...
Yeah right, dance frees me .... I can not explain to you why...In the meantime, however, I 'm a bit undecided whether one can call such a thing as luck ....

We stumble through life , at odds with the realities which are referred to life and wonder, if we have chosen the right way to save ... brief moments no general situation ?
Or you are already one step further and noted that one will make life as such that is led straight into which one has slipped or the path that you have taken without changes not happy ...
No ... not meet the requirements , the one to move to feel happy and satisfied with life, the situation and the circumstances that you have ....But not all have the courage to jump out of his everyday life and the pattern to go to another path or possibly completely in a different direction ...
For anyone who has the guarantee that a change will make you happy , or is better than the other gait with which one has walked far through life and has a not so bad let go ?

As mentioned above, people are so designed that they usually miss what they do not have ... and other things can quickly become everyday and do not receive much attention  ... you should easily find the satisfied what you have ... or should we strive for a self-luck ...
Is there happiness in itself at all?

The post I named " About dream dancers and the happiness" because I am a person who tries repeatedly to convince that life is not bad ... that you should be happy with what you have ... if you try my Posts of previously considered ... I am a person who tries to be optimistic - I mean it could all come getting worse, and let's face it , life is not bad itself ... I try to enjoy the moments and be happy with what I have...see the world positively , which makes it a lot easier to master situations - to cope with life ...but I notice lately more and more often that I actually an " optimistic pessimist " , because I wonder if it is supposed to be  ... What really makes life a beautiful life - a life that you is glad to have lived - in which one does not say " this is all about 've been his" - and " what if" - to have or to regret sth not done?
I know you should enjoy health, to have a roof over the head , to have family and friends, and every day warm food on the table - but is it the meaning of life? " Do we live to work or do we work to live? " Same text , different meanings !
If you can not break out of his everyday life and dare something ? Are dark new ways really bad? 
Do I have too high expectations and complain too much?
What is happiness? Or are we just too contaminated to perceive it ?Your Ina ( ... looking for the definition and with attitude to happiness)

Art attack

Good morning togehther,

I wish you a wonderful new day and I hope you are happy...
head up, the week is soon done and for some of you it will certainly go on Carnival ... I'll let the fail on my part ...

Today I look up in my pictures and I noticed that I have not even presented to you my Christmas present I've given away in 2013 to a very good friend ...
I am pleased that it is now hanging on his wall, even though I'm not entirely satisfied

But I still want to show it to you because I have invested a lot of work, many hours and a lot of love and want to show you what I'm doing if I'm the "art-fever" grabs

 

Outfit of the weekend

Your opinion?
Too much black?
Or like it?

Kisses, Ina