Darkness clung to my room in the convent. Knocks jolted me awake before dawn. Sister Florence burst in, 26, stern. ‘Up! Breakfast. Dress quick.’ She tossed the thin uniform. My clothes? Gone. Naked underneath, skin…
Streetlights flickered like dying stars. Pattie pulled me into a rundown motel off the deserted road. Neon sign buzzed: ‘Vacancy.’ No questions from the clerk. We grabbed a room. Door slammed. Darkness swallowed us. Her…
The mountain chalet pulses with summer heat. I’m Valerian, 18, ripped from judo and tennis, virgin cock throbbing in secret. Gaël, my 35yo bio prof, and his stunning wife Brigitte host us. Parents leave me…
His apartment reeks of old books and stale cologne. I sink into the leather couch, sweat gluing my panties to my skin. Portrait of his ex watches from the wall, eyes judging. Lionel pours martinis,…
Maria’s flat. Bath. 2 AM. Saturday, February 12th. Rain hammers outside. I’m drenched, shivering. She offers tea, a dry spot. Bathroom first door right. Clothes soaked. I strip naked. Frigid skin prickles. Hot shower hits.…
Joséphine’s cramped bedroom in our East Montreal worker’s flat. Late 1950s. Dim light filters through thin curtains. My heart hammers. Lace teddy clings to my skin, nipples hard peaks under sheer roses. Black curls peek…
My bedroom pulsed with late afternoon heat. Curtains drawn, air thick. I lay on silk sheets, heart hammering against ribs. Door unlocked. Eyes blindfolded with silk scarf. Wrists ready for binding. Pulse throbbed in temples.…
I rang Paul’s bell at 4 PM sharp. His tiny company apartment: salon-kitchen mashup, no entry hall. Short Scottish kilt skirt, white blouse hugging my small tits, mocassins, socks. Little Red Riding Hood heading to…
The private club’s grand hall echoes our pounding heartbeats. Marble floors cold underfoot, erotic paintings pulse with forbidden heat. Christine and I watch our spouses, Delphine and Paul, led away by smiling hostesses. Their eyes…
It’s been twenty years since I met Delphine and Marc. Like brother and little sister to me. That first day on the supermarket parking lot, her bag ripped, groceries spilling. I helped. She called later,…