The private club’s banquet hall throbbed with raucous laughter. The Dinner of Fools – a twisted feast where everyone played their inner con. Solitary fools, pack idiots, sneaky bastards quoting Brassens and Renaud. ‘When the…
The dark bedroom choked with heat. South wind blasted dry and relentless since noon. My mouth shriveled. Skin prickled, nerves firing. Clear sky mocked, no moon, no storm. I ached for release. Flopped on the…
The tent hummed with tension. Caroline lay on her stomach, book in hand, back arched just so. Her skin glistened, moist from the day’s heat. I couldn’t resist. My fingers traced her ass over her…