Introduction

Our story takes place in modern Europe, in a simple new-build house: a plot of land with a garden, the kind that keep springing up on the outskirts of cities in the so-called suburbs, combined with all the hopes of a bright future for the more or less young couple, who then often end up in debt to the bank for their house with a garden.

Paul and Katrin's "garden" is essentially just a three-meter-wide strip of grass around their new house, minus the hedge, but people are modest these days and, above all, they live super "sustainably." The contradiction in their characters is normal: On the one hand, "everything eco-friendly" in keeping with contemporary tastes, but on the other hand, the carport with two big cars was an absolute must – how else would they secure their careers and purchases?

Paul was good at repressing the existence of such contradictions within himself.

Our Paul is married to his Katrin, but still childless. They've put off the latter: career and house first, then the rest. You know how it is. It's probably normal these days. She's not even thirty, no age for a future mother? He's a bit older, and as a man, that's even less of a problem; he could still become a father at 70.

Like all normal people, our two have certainly acquired their own particular neuroses, whether they require treatment or not, that doesn't play a role in our story. Just this much: Paul really likes pussies (really "a lot"!), Katrin likes alpha males. She would never get involved with a loser. She found such men a turn-off, at least unsexy; at worst, it triggered hostility in her toward those who didn't even know what was happening to them. That's how she was known at work, too. She could be a bitch.

Paul is just what she wanted, an alpha male, and therefore quite sexy to her, albeit in moderation (much to Paul's chagrin!). He had never disappointed her with her choice to marry him. Because he was always climbing the career ladder, with every promotion within the company, he took at least two rungs, so to speak.

We'll see if he can continue to satisfy his beloved so successfully in this regard...

As mentioned, whether he needs treatment or not, Paul's extremely abundant carnal desire is relevant to this story. "Your spermatic cords run through your brain," she liked to mock him when he annoyed her again, as she thought, before his time. And she always decided when it was time again... A circumstance that is relevant here.

Of particular note here are his, let's say, "rather specific sexual fantasies," namely: wanting to belong entirely to a woman, voluntarily, but purely sexually as a matter of course (otherwise, he's a typical Aries and doesn't like being bossed around at all; throughout his life, even later, at work, he's always been a "leader," the opposite of a lackey).

She accepted his crude ramblings about her being his sex giant as a quirk to be tolerated. Confident and modern as she was, blessed by her upbringing and nature: a beauty, and clever to boot, she wouldn't let anyone take the butter from her bread and butter; she'd rather take it herself.

She certainly had her standards. She certainly didn't let him get away with anything. For example, it would be unforgivable for her if he were to cheat on her. But the way he was, totally sexually fixated on her alone, she had no doubt that he wanted only her and no one else. She knew him very well. Out of the question. He would always want only her and, although sparingly, consciously and regularly granted him the (in her opinion) rightful dose of sex. Not according to the calendar, but certainly calculating. She kept him constantly hungry in this regard.

When he imagined her as a giant, he went ballistic. Being a thumb in her hands was the ultimate in his idea of ​​good sex. Of course, she should desire him, preferably with animalistic abandon.

In short: He had an obsession known as macrophilia.

This should suffice as an introduction to the nature of the characters involved.