My mouth tastes like cotton soaked in regret. Sunday, one p.m. Last night’s party lingers in my veins. Booze-fueled haze. No shower, no brush. Stumble to kitchen. Fridge hums open. Gulp grapefruit juice. Tongue rasps dry. Coffee brews. Shower scalds. Soap with a loofah, skin raw. Teeth brushed with hand cream. Gums tingle soft. Dress quick. Down stairs too fast. Air bites fresh. Coffee kicks in. Boulevard gleams. Eyes squint—one half-shut. Brasserie des Voyageurs terrace calls. Table free by door. Bag on chair. Sit. Watch it like prey.
Waitress looms. Tray empty. Words blur. ‘Menu. Water.’ She nods. Salad, green beans, pork chop. No aperitif—head spins. Salad devoured. Vengeance sweet. Terrace buzzes. Eyes scan. Her. Thirty-ish. Face haunts dreams. Oval perfect. Chestnut braid swings. Clear eyes sparkle. Smile flashes white teeth. Skin satin-smooth. Kiss it now. Gazes lock. Smiles trade. Heart thuds. Stand. Approach.
The Fever
‘Hello, miss. Alone?’ Audacity surges. ‘You too?’ She gestures seat. Cover grabbed. Sit close. ‘Live nearby?’ ‘End of boulevard. Top-floor apartment. City view east.’ ‘I live Bellecordière. Number 73.’ ‘Work at 76. Opposite.’ Her face pales. Tremble. Eyes distant. Beautiful vulnerability. Take hand. Soft. Warm. Spine melts. ‘Flash,’ she whispers. ‘Dreamed this. Prince across street.’ Not quite. But close. Names: Hélène. Loren. Rhyme perfect. Vouvoyer charms. Distance teases.
Tell dream story. revebebe site. Terrace meet. Shared visions. Ends ‘TO BE CONTINUED.’ Her breath quickens. Chin on fists. Faces inches. Blue eyes devour. Pulse hammers neck. Skin heats. Scent floral, musky. Lips plump. Want them. Cock stirs. Thighs clench. Urgency builds. Fork forgotten. Pork cold. Hand squeezes. Electricity jolts. Cheeks flush. Breaths sync. World narrows. Possess her. Now.
The Blaze
Plate cleared. Bill split. ‘Continue?’ she murmurs. Eyes promise. Rise. Arm links. Boulevard blurs. Stairs climb. Door slams. Apartment small. View explodes east. But ignore. Lips crash. Tongues fight. Hands roam. Heat explodes.
Rip blouse. Buttons scatter. Bra unsnaps. Breasts spill. Nipples hard peaks. Suck fierce. Moan rips her. Skirt hikes. Panties soaked. Fingers plunge. Wet heat grips. ‘Fuck me,’ gasp. Pants drop. Cock throbs rigid. Pin to wall. Legs wrap waist. Thrust deep. Pussy clenches velvet fire. Sweat slicks skin. Hips slam. Grunts echo. Nails rake back. Heart pounds thunder. Deeper. Harder. Rhythm feral. Breasts bounce. Lips bruise. Climax builds. Scream shatters. Cum floods. She convulses. Milk every pulse.
Collapse bed. Skin sticks sweat-slick. Breaths ragged slow. Hearts sync calm. Fingers trace curves. Eyes meet soft. Smile lingers. Dream real. Burned bright. Ashes glow unique. Pulse fades. Hold close. Sunday reborn.