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Eroticism Love Swinging
his work is the number 2 of a trilogy describing the life of Severine in three stages. After the painful separation of Mike and his partner for a cause very independent of his affair with Severine, he left France. The mother settled in the south of France, leaving her daughter in the Parisian region at the mercy of the first newcomer.
By CECILE HEBELLE5 months ago in Fiction
Eroticism Love Swinging 2
After the painful separation of Mike and his partner for a cause quite independent of his affair with Severine, he left France. The mother settled in the south of France, leaving her daughter in the Paris region at the mercy of the first newcomer. The adventure for Severine, in comparison to what she knew previously, was a true psychological regression. The lifestyle had disappeared with Mike. Severine, several times disillusioned by the men with whom she tried to share her daily life, lived a difficult and austere life, subsisting only through social welfare. Mike tried vainly several times to maintain the connection, destroying the barriers placed between them by the mother, who was anxious that one day he might reveal to her who she really was. After fifteen years had passed, he managed to gradually reestablish contact with Severine. During his stay in France and having heard of her mental and social distress, he wished to see her again, a feeling that Severine shared as well. During these years away from his country, Mike amassed a considerable fortune and had the idea one day to offer a chance to the one who did not have the opportunity to seize it.
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Jennifer
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