The carriage jolts over rutted roads toward Trébouillet’s little castle. Anne-Jeanne sits close, her breasts bouncing with every bump. My cock stirs. Heart hammers. I can’t resist. ‘Permit me, my sweet.’ Lips brush her pale…
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…
Shadows cloaked Martial’s cramped room in Boulogne, 1936. Door clicked shut. Hearts thundered like factory pistons. Michel lunged. Lips smashed into Martial’s. Tongues invaded, hot saliva mixing. Breath ragged. Hands clawed shirts open. Michel’s fingers…