Our apartment lounge glows warm. Champagne fizzes. Coats drop. Boots kick off. Girls perch on the wide bed-sofa, skirts riding high. Dominique and I sink onto poufs at their feet. Perfect view up those short…
Chicago evening heat smothers the office. Air thick, dry as forgotten flesh. Hamburger congeals on desk. Underneath, Karen kneels. Her mouth engulfs my throbbing cock. Sweat slicks my balls. Lips seal tight, slide deep. Tongue…
Dust dances in the attic sunlight. Small window frames the garden, trees swaying in September breeze. Creaky floorboards crunch underfoot. Cobwebs sway lazily. We’re alone, finally. Your email lured me here, to your father’s empty…
Stuttgart hotel heights. August blaze. Hundreds of kilometers of clogged autobahns behind me. Thirty degrees in the shade. Sweaty families, caravans, dogs barking. I collapse poolside. Laps in the generous basin. Sun-baked water. Then shower.…
Dark bedroom in a Finistère gîte. Rain lashes the window. Cécile’s scent hits me first. Musky, primal. Pheromones from her armpits, nipples, dripping pussy. My cock twitches. Heart races. We’re exhausted from the drive, but…
The boat rocks in the wild cove near Hautecombe Abbey. Lac du Bourget’s green waters lap at the hull. September sun beats down, but it’s your body that scorches me, Julie. You slide onto my…
Hospital room. Dim lights. Post-surgery haze. Carmen hovers. My girlfriend’s best friend. The one I can’t stand. Nosy bitch. But her hand strokes my forehead. Soft. Warm. I drift off. Days blur. Melanie visits. Prude.…
Atop the dune, salt wind licks my bare skin. Sun scorches my shoulders, my naked body exposed. Heart pounds like a drum. Below, waves crash. Aline on all fours, Antoine thrusting deep from behind. Her…
I waited at Café Campana, book in hand, linen pants loose, chest bare under my jacket. Tom arrived late, as always. Smiling, unchanged by years or cancer. We wandered Cézanne’s portraits, silences thick with unspoken…
It’s a beautiful early afternoon. Lunch with my friend Karine, spilling secrets. Appointments later. Phone rings. Him. Heart races. Stomach twists. ‘Agency Dxxxxx. Hello.’ ‘You alone?’ ‘Hello Mr. Xxx. How can I help?’ ‘Garrigue ride.…