My First Surrender: Wild Night with Julien in Lille
Late July in Lille, near the Grand-Place. Goddess statue watches over us. Heat lingers. I’m at a cafe table, spooning melting ice cream. Julien across from me, eyes sparking mischief. He’s been poking at me for minutes. I snap back. Hearts race already.
He calls out my blog confessions. Too open, he says. I jump up, hat nearly flying. Fist clenched. Want to slap him. Red hair matches my fury. How did we get here? Week started perfect. Met him Monday at Isa and Olivier’s studio. Pale coder guy, white hair, genius fingers on keys. Knew my work. Fan. Stayed with him since Wednesday. Clicked instantly.
The Approach: Tension Builds in the Heat
Now, argument boils. He tears into my Joan fiasco. Blonde-chasing ex dumped me by text. Calls me naive, curvy redhead conquest. Hurts deep. I slump. He slides ice cream over. Softens. “You’re appetizing,” he says. Me? Chubby artist in long skirts, eclectic tops, proud cleavage. Insecurities flare. Who’d want this?
“Me.” Stunned silence. Grabs my arm. Drags me to shaded park. Empty bench. Confesses jealousy. Of Joan. Wants me forever. Heart hammers. Too fast. But his hands warm mine. Kiss comes soft, then hungry. Tongue probes. Nervous thrill. Hand on thigh. Mine on his firm leg. Pulse thuds. No turning back. Fear mixes with fire.
Back home fast. Couch tangle. Lips seal deal for two-week trial. Clothes shed awkward. His skin smooth. Mine curves yielding. Hands explore. Mine near his bulging boxers. He suggests bed. Hesitate—his late wife’s ghost? No, new house. Relief floods. Chase upstairs laughing. Tumble onto sheets. Breath catches.
The Instant: Raw Explosion of New Desires
His cock springs free. Thick, hard. Kiss the tip bold. Never done that. Shocking me. He pins me. Kisses devour. First real surrender. Body ignites. His mouth everywhere. Fingers tease. I arch. Wet already. Heart pounds wild.
On drawing table later—wait, no, that night bed. But raw now. Legs spread. Tongue dives in. Clit throbs. Fingers plunge pussy. Thumb presses ass. Virgin territory. Gasp. Build fast. Muscles clench. Explode screaming. Waves crash. Never felt this. Shame burns sweet. He fills me deep. Thrusts pound. Cum together. Drenched, spent.
Afterglow lingers. Innocence cracks. No more hesitant girl. Woman awakened. Curves loved. Stayed. Studio together now. Babies illustrations spark more heat. He sneaks up nude. Hard against me. Grip his ass. Stroke shaft. Tease holes. He bends me over table. Tongue rims ass. Fingers fuck both. Orgasm rips twice. Shuddering mess. Owned. Free.
Nostalgia hits. That park bench pivot. First bold yes. Heart still races remembering.
