The german Bimbo 7

Saturday, 29.01.2015. It's already dark. The winter night has gently swept over the skyline of Frankfurt am Main. A small, new, grey Opel Corsa arrives in town. Annika hasn't been here for a long time. Nevertheless, she knows exactly the way to the high-rise building in front of her.

It is an upscale residential house. Here on the top floor are Marcus Alexander and his right hand Björn. Marcus still lives in the big suite on the eighth floor. Björn, on the other hand, lives next door in a much smaller but pretty apartment.

Annika is tense and excited. She knows she's not gonna run into Marcus today. He's with his family over the weekend, as usual. In the family villa in the noble Taunus. Annika is in front of Björn's door. She's having a fight. Of course she announced herself. Björn knows she's gonna hit him. But now that it is so far away, when she is standing in front of his door, Annika starts to ponder. "What am I going to tell him?" she thinks hard.

Her last meeting in Donaustadt was not exactly tenderness. On the contrary, she had admitted Björn had continued to have feelings for him. But she also accused him of complicity in her condition. A reproach that Björn cannot deny. Annika painfully remembers this quarrel.

But now the omens have changed. Annika is back in Frankfurt. She has left Austria head over heels. She's devastated. Annika doesn't see a future for herself and Adrian at the moment. Nevertheless, she doesn't really know what she wants in Frankfurt. And when she stands in front of Björn's door, she considers herself what she is looking for and hopes to find there. But before she can knock on the door, it opens.

Annika:"Hello Björn".
Björn:"Hey Annika.... how long has it been now"?
Annika:"I don't know. A few months, maybe? Will you let me in?
Björn:"Of course. Come in ".

Annika sits in the armchair next to Björn's couch. He'll get a beer and a Coke for Annika. The atmosphere is tingling. It is filled with uncertainty. What do you think will happen next?

Dear readers, Thank you for purchasing my book. My name is Summer Winter. I was born in 1982 in the Soviet Union. Since my childhood I write stories of all kinds. The older I got, the more I was drawn to erotic literature. To date, I have published far more than 300 erotic novels and short stories. Your Summer