Darkness cloaks the guest bedroom in Yolande and Alain’s house. Total black. My body sinks into unfamiliar sheets, but sleep shatters. Guttural moans seep through the wall. Low grunts. Flesh slapping flesh. Alain and Yolande.…
Friday, June 24, 2005. Heat smothers the streets. I draw the shutters in my old meulière house. Not fully closed. Slats let me spy the slow neighborhood pulse. Like Rear Window, but dirtier. 8:30 a.m.…
North of Lac Saint-Jean, Quebec, in the hayloft of Uncle Paul’s new dairy barn. Summer heat thickens the air. Hay scratches my skin. I’m eighteen, cock already twitching from Aunt Jacky’s yellow polka-dot dress, that…
Our suburban pavilion hums with tension. Chantal, 29, teacher, stunning in black pleated skirt and sheer blue blouse. David, her divorced colleague, dines with us. Wine flows. Laughter rises. Heat cranks up at her request.…
Sweat drips in our three-person Canadian tent at Jullouville campsite. Normandy summer heat clings to our bare skin. Véro and I, naked on duvets, hands roaming. Her mouth devours my cock, queen of blowjobs. I…
The parking lot at Praia dos Portugais beach pulses under half-moon glow. Gravel crunches. Twenty cars parked sloppy. Interiors flicker. Lone men prowl. Couples whisper. Heart hammers. Hugo parks aside. ‘Let’s scout,’ he says. Pulse…
The private party lounge pulses with heat. Dim lights flicker over the dance floor. Bar stools line the long counter where cocktails flow. Canapés hug the walls. Cathy’s 40th. My wife Muriel, 41, in a…
The gîte’s dormitory throbs with heat. Duvets kicked aside. Bodies twist in the dim green glow from the emergency exit. Sweat beads on skin, hearts hammer. Cécile’s fingers wrap Julien’s thickening cock. It swells hot,…