Hooi! Ik zoek iemand die deze 16+ scene (erotiek) voor mij naar het Nederlands wil vertalen. Deze heb ik een tijd geleden geschreven en dat is eigenlijk de reden dat het vertalen met de juiste Nederlandse woorden niet heel erg soepel gaat.
Eng->NL
Je krijgt een shout-out in het betreffende hoofdstuk zodra die online komt.
The white sheets of the previously perfectly made bed now lay crumpled on the floor. A dim light shone on the two bodies who passionately grew closer when they lingered for each other’s touch. His hot breath tingled her sweaty skin when he kissed every part of her body. Mae softly moaned when Theons hands reached for her inner parts and she bit into his shoulder when his fingers played with her. She slowly led her hands slid along his chest, feeling his long hair underneath her fingers tips.
‘You should shave,’ she whispered into his ears. He slightly laughed and took her hands. He placed them on his hips.
‘I won’t’ he said as he arched against her, his lips moving to one of her breast and he worked his fingers inside her again. She was dissolved with pleasure. His sex was quivering, and he was tormented with desire. She grew desperate for him, even though she shouldn’t. There was another man. The man she had to marry, her fiance, Robb Stark. But there was something about the young Theon, Maedelynn just couldn’t resist. Did she loved him? The one thing that she knew for she is she prevered him above Robb. Was that so wrong?
When he drove his fingers inside her, she set off another moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. He thrust inside her and hit her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.
'You look beautifull.' he said and cupped her face, softly bitting her underlip.
'Thank you,' she smiled and kissed his somewhat crooked nose before looking in his grey eyes, ''I should hurry,'' Maedelynn spoke as he stared back into her eyes. He nodded while she started searched for her dress. He shamelessly looked at her perfect body. All the whores he had fucked where nothing like she was. He wondered why she fell for him, knowing that he fucked many girls before her. But she wasn't just a girl, she was a woman to him.
'Would you help?' she asked when she struggled with her dress, he hurried towards her. He carrefully pulled the laces tight, but not without touching the soft skin on her back,'hurry up,''she laughed and he did what she asked, 'I'm expecting you did this before.' a teasing grin appeared on her face.
'Yes,' he said, 'I've laced up many girls before', '' he said while he let his hand slip towards her butt, she quickly turned around and playfully slapped his cheek. She smiled seductivly at him and leaned forward, when their lips where about to touch she put her finger infront of his.
'Goodbye, Theon Greyjoy.' she said and swiftly walked out of her room. Leaving the man behind, with a secret and a desire for more.
‘You should shave,’ she whispered into his ears. He slightly laughed and took her hands. He placed them on his hips.
‘I won’t’ he said as he arched against her, his lips moving to one of her breast and he worked his fingers inside her again. She was dissolved with pleasure. His sex was quivering, and he was tormented with desire. She grew desperate for him, even though she shouldn’t. There was another man. The man she had to marry, her fiance, Robb Stark. But there was something about the young Theon, Maedelynn just couldn’t resist. Did she loved him? The one thing that she knew for she is she prevered him above Robb. Was that so wrong?
When he drove his fingers inside her, she set off another moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. He thrust inside her and hit her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. She shuddered against him, he saw her hair was a wild tumble, and her face was glowing.
'You look beautifull.' he said and cupped her face, softly bitting her underlip.
'Thank you,' she smiled and kissed his somewhat crooked nose before looking in his grey eyes, ''I should hurry,'' Maedelynn spoke as he stared back into her eyes. He nodded while she started searched for her dress. He shamelessly looked at her perfect body. All the whores he had fucked where nothing like she was. He wondered why she fell for him, knowing that he fucked many girls before her. But she wasn't just a girl, she was a woman to him.
'Would you help?' she asked when she struggled with her dress, he hurried towards her. He carrefully pulled the laces tight, but not without touching the soft skin on her back,'hurry up,''she laughed and he did what she asked, 'I'm expecting you did this before.' a teasing grin appeared on her face.
'Yes,' he said, 'I've laced up many girls before', '' he said while he let his hand slip towards her butt, she quickly turned around and playfully slapped his cheek. She smiled seductivly at him and leaned forward, when their lips where about to touch she put her finger infront of his.
'Goodbye, Theon Greyjoy.' she said and swiftly walked out of her room. Leaving the man behind, with a secret and a desire for more.
[ bericht aangepast op 2 maart 2016 - 15:35 ]
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