She doesn't know how it happens: People tell her everything, almost everything, in train compartments, in pubs, in hotel lobbies. She listens. She doesn't ask questions, but she also doesn't push them away, offers no comfort, and does not judge. These are shamelessly suggestive, crazy, and bizarre stories that Elisabeth Ambras shares. They playfully recount the staging and ceremonies of mating - and the tragicomic is never far away. The women and men in these tales are more or less helplessly at the mercy of their incomprehensible desires. And of course, Elisabeth Ambras knows a lot; she does not indulge in the illusion that when it comes to the matter at hand, it is about so-called facts. Only unfortunate sexologists can believe that. Fantasy and reality cannot be separated; there are no "true" erotic "bedtime stories." "Because what has been whispered to me is not.".