Two days since Elise. My mind’s a haze. Can’t focus on the Russian novel. Freelance translator, home office in Paris. Deadline looms, but Elise’s touch haunts me. Heat builds inside. I need air. Slip into…
Our top-floor apartment. New neighbors. Jacques and his wife next door. He’s mid-forties, engineer. I’m twenty-something, fresh-faced. He starts friendly. Jokes to make me laugh. Kisses goodbye on cheeks. Then closer. Lips almost brushing. Elevator…
In the steamy kitchen of a remote countryside farmhouse, over twenty years ago. I was 25, sent by my boss to fix an embedded dishwasher. Tight space. Had to lie flat on the cool tile…
Sweat drips in our three-person Canadian tent at Jullouville campsite. Normandy summer heat clings to our bare skin. Véro and I, naked on duvets, hands roaming. Her mouth devours my cock, queen of blowjobs. I…
Sweat slicks my skin. June heat clings like a lover. Dashboard glows red. Heart hammers. Lost in concrete maze. HLM towers loom. Kids whistle. ‘Cool ride. Hot chick.’ Directions to garage. Portail shut. Door ajar.…
I’m Chris, forty, curves in all the right places. Heads turn when I walk by. I love it. This summer afternoon, behind our small house, on the lawn shielded by privet hedges, I strip naked.…
Morning sun scorches the beach house terrace. Christèle’s nightshirt rides up. My hand slips under, fingers teasing her clit. She spreads her thighs. Coffee brews. David arrives. Her legs stay parted. He bends, eyes devouring…
The mixed sauna cabin pulses with humid heat. Steam clings to my skin like a lover’s breath. I’m Francine, forty-something, slim, long legs spread wide now, but first, the hunt. Jo, my generous husband, spots…
My vision blurs. Fingers fumble the half-empty whiskey bottle. Spill more on the counter than in the glass. Dim bar glows faint. Black night presses outside. I’m the barfly tonight. Music? Murmur of voices? Just…
In the dim light of the Normandie meeting room, door locked, heart hammering. Olivier hands me my spiral notebook, eyes locked on mine. He knows my secrets—coded Sicilian in Lontara script. My oral cravings, spelled…