My First Erotic Reading: Surrendering to Madame de Sertange’s Touch
In my cramped bedroom at Madame de Sertange’s house in Valence, heart hammering like a drum. Fresh from Rouen, craving sun and company, I rented this room from Anne, the stunning widow. Dark hair streaked gray, midnight blue eyes, full lips, heavy tits under bourgeois silk. I didn’t know she’d till virgin soil in me….