Sunday morning, under the covers in my bed, fog outside matching the haze in my head. Phone buzzes. Caroline’s message: bored under a blanket on her couch. I snap a selfie, book barely hiding my…
Monday, September 15, 1992. Lycée polyvalent Louis Davier, Joigny, Yonne. I’d just wrangled the dozen boarders under my watch through breakfast and out to the courtyard. Bell shrieks at eight. I bolt up the stairs…
The old stone house quiets. Guests gone. May night warm, sticky air clings. Stephanie collapses on the couch. Her dress hikes up thighs. Châtain hair messy. She smiles, eyes gleaming. Heart races already. One year…
Dark bedroom. Ellen’s house. Air thick with anticipation. I’m Kevin, 43, freshly divorced. She’s 44, blonde, blue-eyed tease. We fuck casually now. No strings. Protected with others. Tonight, my fantasy: watch her cum on another…
The secluded riverside clearing envelops us. Sunlight pierces the leaves, warming my pale skin. I’ve stripped bare, golden hair cascading over full breasts. Hubert’s massive frame and Louis’s lithe youth stare, cocks limp with shock.…
The secluded bay stretches wild, waves crashing under 80s sun. Scooter hums to a stop. Donia presses tight against my back, her cheek hot on my neck. Heart races already. She whispers about Clara’s bossiness,…
In our marital bedroom, heart pounding like a war drum, I sink into the armchair at the foot of the bed. Robert strides in, tall, athletic, cologne sharp as his grin. Louise glows, eyes hungry.…
The business school classroom buzzes. My heels click down the hall. Heart pounds. Skin prickles under the thin white skirt, fuchsia bustier squeezing my tits tight. No bra. Bolero barely covers. Director catches me. Coat…
Dim toll booth cabin. Midnight highway hums empty. Julie’s heart thuds. Skin prickles hot. Thomas across the lanes, back turned, curls glowing under neon. She stares. Fingers itch. Skirt hikes up. Panties slide down thighs.…
The elevator climbs to Frédéric’s penthouse, humming with tension. You’re rigid beside me. Eyes locked on the plastic tiles. Pulse hammering in your throat. You won’t look at me. Fear flickers in your averted gaze.…