Italian pre-Renaissance halls. Cool air hits my skin. Agathe strides ahead. Long, light blouse, fine striped satin, butter-soft. Buttoned high, modest V-neck hidden by fiery red hair. Mini denim skirt, Kaporal buttons gleaming, all fastened.…
Normandy beaches, east of D-Day landings. First school holiday weekend, early July, pre-COVID. Camping with friends, kids everywhere. Two couples: Laëtitia-Jérôme, Stéphanie-Sylvain, each with two brats. Sandra, married, solo with her two, hubby away. Me,…
We pulled up to the nursery with my wife, plotting our dream garden. Her childhood friend, the owner, hugged us tight, led us through conifer rows. My wife chatted away. Then I spotted her. Thérèse.…
I arrive first at the hotel suite, hidden under a black hat. Silent. I grab the keycard, ride up. In the bathroom, I unpack: toothbrush, contact case, scented lotion. Long shower. Teeth brushed spotless. Huge…
In the Master’s shadowed study, air thick with secrets. 4:10 PM. Dyna opens the door to Jo. No bimbo flash now. Brunette, modest, eyes down. Heart quickens. Jo’s changed. Serene. Submissive. Dyna bandages her eyes…
The private jet hums steady at cruising altitude. Return from Cannes. Sofia’s next to me, that tight white dress hugging her firm curves. Dinner at the Carlton lingers—champagne buzz, her laughs, shared secrets. No family…
Rain lashes us as we sprint to John’s house. Soaked to the bone, shivering violent. Inside, warmth hits like a drug. Bathroom first. I strip to boxers, wrap in his blue robe. Living room glows…
The farm room smells of earth and sweat. Dim light from a single lamp. I stand naked near his bed. Bronze skin glistening. Heart pounds like war drums. Breasts heavy, nipples tight. Black hair cascades…
Castle park, Caylus. Under the ancient rouvre oak. Late afternoon sun filters through leaves. Joachim’s heart hammers. William stands close. Too close. Blond hair catches gold light. Eyes lock. Pulse races. Skin prickles. ‘Clémence waits,’…
I’m at the office. Afternoon slump. Surfing porn pics. Cock throbs hard. Heart races. I call Juliette. She’s home. No work today. Repotting plants. Banal chat. Then: “Juliette, I need to fuck you bad. Do…