The countryside house sweated under the summer sun. Clara’s parents’ place promised rosé and lazy fucks amid cicadas. But Lou’s dusty Clio sat in the driveway. Barefoot, cig dangling, military shorts hugging her hips, no…
Spring breeze whips the balcony. Sophie sips coffee, heart racing. Two months with Lise, her ebony skin against pale tattoos. But Thibaut haunts her. That young neighbor, muscles rippling, cock thick and long. She fucked…
The monastery chamber reeks of pine and wax. Snow howls outside, full moon piercing the frosted window. I, Bishop Giampiero, 75, frail, chaste since 15, sip the shimmering Violetta left on the table. Warmth floods…
212. Still too many. Breath ragged, I stagger to the bench. Track lights sear the faded red tartan. Notebook out, fresh coq sportif bag beside. Scribble: September 7, first session, 212 strides. Goal: under 200…
The Porsche 911 Carrera 4S Cabriolet devours the coastal road. Wind whips my hair wild. Sun scorches my bare thighs under the silk dress. No panties. Barefoot on pedals, toes grip aluminum. Heart hammers. The…
Living room. Couch sinks under us. Tape whirs back to life. Sophie naked on screen, writhing. Her silence kills me. I snap, hurl vulgarities. She stares, big sad eyes. Rage crumbles. I collapse, sobbing. Why?…
Their bedroom door clicks shut. Heart hammers. Skin prickles hot. Fabrice’s house, just steps from mine. Hugo waits at home, knowing. Infertility crushed us. His sperm weak. Fabrice’s proven potent. Sessions started clinical. Now? Pure…
Roissy Terminal 1. 23h. Heart hammers. I spot you dragging your suitcase. Your eyes lock on mine. Smile hits like a spark. Pussy clenches. I rush into your arms. Pubis grinds yours. Your cock stirs…
Bénédicte glances at her watch. Five minutes to closing. Finally. Sigh. Exhaustion claws her bones. High heels snag the wool carpet all day. Smiles forced. ‘Yes, Madam!’ ‘Of course, Sir!’ For cherry pits. She shelves…
Days blurred after that wild night. Nathalie left for family vacation. Summer dragged. Her singing voice echoed in my skull. Those voluptuous curves. Porcelain hands. Delicate fingers tracing my skin. Round little tits haunted me.…