The long-distance romance of Arielle and Rogier is destined to fail. How can love survive if the lovers never meet? Can their love blossom if they never touch each other? That is the question of this great love story in three parts.
Storytelling: the bridge over the Atlantic
Ecamerone is the true story of two transatlantic lovers, Arielle and Rogier, who met online but were unable to travel to each other. So, like many other internet relations, theirs was doomed to fail. Stubborn in their refusal to lose each other, they found a creative way to be together. How? By storytelling.
A true, unique and compelling sequence
Ecamerone is the true and compelling display of six years of highly private email traffic. It reveals the unique two-way insight in love and sex from two lovers aching over the ocean. It also contains a strong message to all those older people who think sex is over. It isn't, hear you? This history is a formidable challenge to young and old to spice up their sex life.
Like a frolicsome Scheherazade...
... they told each other stories before sleeping. True and contemporaneous records of their experiences with other lovers. "If I touch another, it's you I feel." The details, the emotions, the
staggering openess will appeal strongly to the imagination of the reader. No ink writes so penetratingly as the ink of passion.
Email novel - successor of the epistolary novel
This unique email novel form offers changing perspectives, experiences and ages, like people do who both want tell about themselves and attract the other at the same time, thus creating a highly varied content with an upper layer of confidence and a deeper of despair. The upper to show how contemporary you are, feel and think, the second of not wanting to lose the other.
From the authors
You can't always talk, nor Skype, nor stay home, but nowadays you can always write and that was what they did. Because they were always in their minds.
When one slept, the other wrote
"I felt guilty but I knew I should if I wanted keep his interest in me. On the way home I was looking for words. Words with a nuclear charge to pierce the harnassed logic that long distance love never works.
When he awoke his mailbox should be on fire. That was how we did: when one slept, the other wrote." (Interview Arielle Hart)
Her bites made the globe steamy hot
"Her bites made the globe warmer, steamy hot sometimes. We kept each other entangled in a dizzy carousel of desperate loving and loving despair. But we kept! Virtual but as real as we could. Where others end on a heap of broken dreams, we kept touching every fibre in each other." (Interview Rogier Oosterhoff)
Arielle Hart and Rogier Oosterhoff quickly become friends and begin an intimate internet exchange. Their relation develops. Arielle lives in Brooklyn (US), Rogier in Amsterdam (Netherlands). Between them is 3600 Atlantic miles of water, but their passion flames hot enough to dry an ocean. Will they get each other?
It's three years later. Has Arielle found her future spouse in America? Will Rogier chose one of his current paramours? Another twenty erotic stories report of other meetings, shared fantasies and video chats which deepen their relation in this strange yet unique way. Finally Arielle travels to Amsterdam. Will she meet Rogier?
The sun rose above the eastern sky. After a night flight the shore of Europe appeared. Would he be there? Amsterdam is not as large as New York but has a good reputation for single women. Museums, opera, theatres, restaurants, café's and everyone speaks English. So if he is not, she won't be bored. But if he is they will certainly create a
new part of Ecamerone.
- Unique, true, compelling, frank
- Unique and highly entertaining email novel form about love and sex
- 20 high-quality erotic stories; some kinky, some light-bdsm; mixed male/female erotics
- Strong impulse for the sex life of middle aged and older people
- Language: English
- Targetting: adults; 40+ adults
- Size: approx. 140 b/w-pages
- Promotion: website ecamerone.com; Facebook-profile
- Publication: text Part 1 available November 2017
From the manuscript:
He showed me a leather whip, the small kind that has many tails. “I’m going to use this on you. The first one will be gentle.” Whip? It didn’t sting at all. It was a very light smack that gently caressed my pubic area. (Brian)
I had a most incredible orgasm. I brought Billy close to orgasm a few times, but we really couldn’t make a mess in the theater. (Billy)
All breasts, small or large, are a formidable gesture towards a child and a man and the rest of humanity. (Tosca)
He moaned. His moaning was so fucking sexy. As he moaned, his lips touched my lips to drink from me. I was turned on completely. My cunt was open and wet and wanted him. (Glenn)
She was narrow, indeed, deliciously narrow and deliciously wet. Her cunt made an upward curve and forced my cock to follow, as a young boy running through an alley. (Simone)
Under her bra was the peaceful rest of the churchyard of a small French village on a sunny summer day, the coolness of the shadow of a dreamy platan. (Mary-Ann)