Title: Echoes of Strange Harassment
Authors: Edmond Tupja
Genre: Erotic sketch
Date of publication: June, 2021
Number of pages: 138
Price: 700 ALL
General information about the book
"Echoes of Strange Teasing" is the third volume of erotic stories written by Edmond Tupja. 41 sketches written over the years depict subtle erotic situations, which through language, allegory, symbols and metaphors push the reader towards fantasy, reawakening of desire and passion and also towards exploring new ways to understand love and eros. The author Edmond Tupja (1947) is an Albanian translator, publicist, lexicographer and writer. He studied in France and is considered one of the best translators of the Albanian language. As a writer, he has published several titles, many of them with erotic theme, such as, "69 variations on an erotic theme", "Sounds of your body", "Erotic dictionary of the Albanian language", "Erotic dictionary of fruits" , flowers and vegetables ”and“ I am going to catch Enis ”.
Excerpts from the book
1) Suddenly, the flower began to move, as if blowing wind, left-right, right-left, with a harmonious regularity. Then, as if by surprise, it disappeared from my sight, as if the night had swallowed it, but it was not long before it reappeared in all its blue freshness. A desire arose in me like a scorching fever: to turn into a snail, to climb on it slowly, very slowly, to caress it with my horns, to soak it with my essential fluid, to lick it, to drink it, to swallow the dew on it petla; then I changed my mind: better to go back to the wild bees, to go and put them between the petals, to suck the nectar, the blue nectar, to produce a rare milky honey.
2) She suddenly shivered: she remembered that a psychologist, her close friend, knowledgeable, emancipated and sexy woman, had told her a few months ago that she had bought some erotic dictionary where she had read that the expression "black triangle" Easter the meaning "baqth, the end of the abdomen", especially when talking about the woman.
3) Suddenly, he felt the previous tremor in the lower abdomen again. A suspicion erased the heat-blown consciousness: was it swelling somewhere, in the center of the volcano, in the eye of the cyclone, in the epicenter of the most instinctive earthquake of its being? In a grueling attempt to think like a social creature, it seemed to him as if a faint voice whispered to him to turn immediately on his back if he did not want to leave a name in the middle of the beach, in the middle of the day, among people.
4) The museum of your body, oh my gosh, I would never have thought it could be visited so easily. Look, of course. I, who was sitting on the last bench, oh my gosh, was very upset when you said that in your class I would always be sitting on the first bench, right in front of your table. But as you sat there, the miracle happened: your light perfume seemed to intoxicate me, and I discovered that you had a gorgeous body, despite your ordinary face.
1) “My sweet, I am coming, I am running, I am flying towards you! I imagine you majestic and royal in your nudity that excites me, enrages me, bites me. For five minutes I am there, inside the bathtub, next to you, above you, inside you. Wait for me to have fun together! Strictly forbid self-indulgence, as you sometimes do when I am a few minutes late than I promised. Behold, I am coming to destroy you happily to rebuild you immortal at the height of ecstasy. "Your wonderful monster."
