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.…
The siren wails endlessly in the empty cabin of the Blue Royal. Darkness swallows us whole. My heart hammers like a trapped animal. Anxiety coils tight in my gut, squeezing my throat. I’m Kwun, small…
The camper van’s dim light flickers on behind the church. Marjorie squeezes in, her massive hips brushing mine. Heart pounds like a drum. She’s fifty-something, bloated curves spilling everywhere, that gravelly laugh still echoing from…
Lake Isabella house. Autumn dusk. Waves lap the shore. I park hidden, sneak inside. Door ajar. Voices murmur from our bedroom. Heart pounds. Shoes off. Silent steps. Bathroom door. Peek through curtained glass. Shock hits…
Dim lights in the lounge bar, seventh arrondissement. Heart thumping. Fifteen minutes waiting for Sophie. Irritation fading as she appears. Black sheath dress hugging curves. Black heels. Black stockings—wait, garters? Blonde cascade, blue eyes sparkling.…
Her parents’ empty house. Quiet. Just us after the bike test ride. Engine purrs perfect now. She smiles, those dimples killing me. Tight jeans hug her firm round ass. Generous tits strain her top. I…
I burst through the door, skin flushed, heart hammering. My daring dress clung to every curve, nipples hard against the fabric. ‘They gave me the lead role, baby! I’m gonna be a star!’ You grinned,…
Sandrine’s professional workshop in Paris’s 9th arrondissement pulses with forbidden heat. Emergency call. Last-minute dropout. She needs a seventh dwarf. I rush over. Heart hammers already. She’s there, wild beauty towering, skin glistening, that conquering…
Athens, July. Roof-top apartment under the Parthenon. Heat like hell’s gates. 45 degrees in shade. Sweat soaks my shirt. DGSE agents corner me at Syntagma Square. Brother Marc in jail for ecstasy. Seduce neighbor Catarina…