The bedroom glows dim under candlelight. Flickering shadows dance on walls. I’m naked. Black silk blindfold plunges me into darkness. Heart hammers against ribs. Skin prickles, hot already. Air thick, heater cranked high. Sweat beads…
In Edgar’s dimly lit apartment, heart hammering, I crawl to him on all fours. His armchair throne. Robe slipping off shoulders. Skin prickles with heat. I need the club. For my stupid bet. But mostly…
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…