Heart slamming like a drum, I gripped the wheel. Mary’s voice still echoed from the phone—naked in her bathroom, water dripping off her curves, fingers tracing wet arabesques on her tits, belly, ass. She was stroking her pussy right then, imagining my hands. My cock throbbed in my pants at work, door unlocked, anyone could…
It’s Friday late afternoon in July. I pull up to Véronique’s apartment after work. She called earlier, voice teasing. Park by the kitchen window, as she asked. The window swings open. Wow. She’s leaning out, white lacy top plunging deep. No bra. Nipples poke the fabric. Heavy necklace dives between her full tits, begging to…
Behind the laurels in their Saône-et-Loire garden. Mid-July heat. I’m on the deckchair, belly down. Tanga barely covering. Heart pounds. Fred chops the fallen pear tree. Sweat drips off his bare torso. Muscles flex. I flip over. Lotion my arms, chest. Slow. Teasing. He watches. Drops his soaked shirt. ‘Want me to do your back?’…
My bedroom above the shop in Toulouse. Dim light from the bedside lamp. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Léna was out—finally alone with Rémy. We’d flirted for weeks, dirty emails promising everything. But now? Real. Him standing there, tall, shy smile. My palms sweaty. Legs shaky. I couldn’t sit still. ‘You think…
The office door clicked shut. Heart hammering. Alone with them. Lucille Dia and Véronique Marin. Tall, stunning. Black skin glowing against pale porcelain. My chair creaked as I shifted. School emptying out. Bell echoed far away. But here, silence thick like sweat. I cleared my throat. ‘No more kissing in public.’ Words stumbled out. Pathetic….
My bathroom’s cramped. Vanity sturdy enough. Sophie sits there, legs spread. French girl, finally in Montreal after months. Heart hammers. We’ve missed this. Hands shake a little, roaming her soft skin. Lips crash. Wet smacks mix with moans. Fingers find her round tit. Nipple hardens under pinch. She strokes my back, belly. Cock stirs slow…
That Wednesday afternoon in late fall 1988, my Peugeot idled at the village bus stop. Heart pounding like a drum. I knew he’d show. Youssouf. The 19-year-old Guinean giant from my TG3 class. Nearly 19, skin like polished ebony, 1.88 meters of raw power. I’d fought it for weeks. The stares in class. His hand…
The hotel room door clicked shut behind me. Room 31. Heart slamming against my ribs. I’d driven here shaking, hands slick on the wheel. Sexy black heels lacing up my ankles, short skirt hugging my ass, loose top bare on shoulders. Gilles’s text demanded it. ‘Sexy outfit required.’ My pussy already throbbed thinking of him….
The toll booth parking lot stretched dark and empty under the neon hum. My Clio idled next to Thomas’s car. Heart slamming against my ribs. I shouldn’t be here. Job’s over. But that fire in my gut wouldn’t quit. Tonight, after almost getting busted by cops on the roadside, legs shaking, pussy dripping, I craved…
Another damn congress. Gotta show my face, sell my turf, network with colleagues and vendors. I aimed for car 12, seat 92, per the ticket. But then I spotted her—a fresh-faced blonde in a flowing skirt. I faked my seat was across from hers. Perfect view. Discreet. I could pretend to read and scribble notes,…