One year later, and my pulse still races thinking about it. Backseat of the car, parked in that remote field near the chateau. Aurélie’s birthday bash loomed, but we needed this first. Laure knelt beside me, her black dress hiked up. She unzipped my pants, no words, no hesitation. Her soft lips wrapped around my…
The conference room smelled of stale coffee and desperation. Third meeting that week. Same droning speaker, waving at colorful charts like they meant something. I was bored out of my skull. Legs fidgeting under the long table. Heart already picking up speed from the sheer stupidity of it all. No one watching. Perfect cover. I’d…
The cabin door creaked open into the night. Prairie grass whispered outside. My heart hammered like a war drum. Pocahontas had promised answers. About my cock getting hard. Swelling for no reason. I was seventeen. Lost. Hard. She said wait for the red moon. No turning back now. Sweat beaded on my skin despite the…
Early 2000s. Before the euro swallowed francs. TV studio backstage. I push open the door to my downgraded dressing room after a last-minute switch. Heart skips. There she is. Nadia Diana. Has-been siren from my hazy memories. Lounging in a white robe, loose. Smiling wide. ‘Bonjour, Maxence, auteur-compositeur en vogue.’ Her voice husky, teasing. I…
In the grand salon of the Magloire house, Bois de Boulogne, 1793. My heart hammered like a drum. Georges on the sofa, recounting the hunt for Daurcelle. His voice steady, but my mind raced. Sisters watching, smirking. Fulvia’s tease hung in the air. Two men? Me in the middle? But no. My ass was his…
Lying naked but for my briefs on Virginie’s massage table. Her strong hands work my body. Feet first, up to hips, lingering on my belly. We chat like old friends. She’s huge, built like a man, but her touch is velvet. Years ago, she fixed my wrecked back from a bike crash. Routine now. But…
The cramped glory hole booth in Le Mississippi sauna club reeked of sweat and anticipation. Olivier’s hand squeezed mine tight as we ducked inside. Door clicked shut. Pitch black beyond the wide slit in the white wooden wall. My stomach knotted. Heart thumped like a trapped bird. I’d dragged him here after the tour, past…
It was that dingy bar near her new job, tucked away in a quiet corner booth. October chill outside, but inside, my heart hammered like a drum. I’d blessed this—my fantasy of her cheating, finally real. Texts buzzed all morning. Her: ‘Heading there now. Love you.’ My cock twitched hard in my pants. No backing…
Grande Côte beach. Early August Friday. Me and Coralie, my cousin. Biked two kilometers after chugging a liter of water each. Bladders screaming. Laughing like idiots. We hit the first dune. Stripped fast. Bikinis tossed aside. Naked under the sun. Knees bent. Thighs spread. Fingers parting lips. Ready for our silly pee contest. Hearts thumping…
The salon couch. That’s where it started. Alain lay there, pale from the brink of death, chest rising slow. I’d just saved him, generator roaring back to life. My hands still shook from the scare. But his eyes locked on mine, hungry despite the weakness. That kiss from days ago burned in my mind. Piotr’s…