8 erotic stories

In the crowded quarters of the large cities such as Amsterdam, the activity continued with almost equal intensity by day and night, and at any hour a human anthill covered the canals, people of every age gliding across the ice in capricious turns, waving their arms in order to keep warm. It was almost impossible to meet anyone in the street who was not carrying a pair of skates.

It was a contagious frenzy which, quite naturally, I was unable to resist, and since I had spent several winters as an apprentice in Northern Europe I honed my skating skills and became an excellent skater, spending days on end marking out perfect S’s and geometric 8’s on the park lakes with my friends and their families.

One day I was in Vondelpark, near the Rijksmuseum, where I had agreed to meet some sophisticated friends, both men and women, for a skating trip to Haarlem. As I entered the park along a narrow, rarely frequented path to the lake, my attention was irresistibly caught by an enchanting girl, who was skating alone, her black hair thick and loose. I stood watching her graceful movements, completely forgetting that I was impatiently awaited by a large group of friends only a few metres away.

The girl at once noticed my stunned rapturous stare, which clearly displeased her greatly, and as she was taking one of the curves of the lake, she turned to see whether I was still watching her and twisted her foot, so that her skate became loose. This made her furious, while she appeared still more adorable as her face flushed.

She looked for somewhere to sit and take off her skate, but she did not want to come to the edge of the lake, probably wishing to avoid me, and so she sat down on the ice as though in a childish rage and vainly attempted to straighten the blade which had twisted when the old skate came off. When she realized how futile her efforts were, her anger increased, as did her irritation, to such a point that she shouted loudly and curtly to another innocent passer-by who had also