Dark garden. Bushes scratching my skin. Heart slamming chest. 11:12 PM. Gate creaks open. No turning back. Valérie’s car parked out front. Lucie blowing up my phone. Fuck her. Obsessed. Crawling low. Night black. No moon. Adrenaline spikes. What the hell am I doing? Trespassing. Pathetic. But cock throbs. Terrace glows faint. Music drifts. Gainsbourg’s…
The bedroom door loomed ahead. Music thumped faintly from the pool party outside. My head swirled from too much punch, legs wobbly. But it wasn’t just the rum. Myriam’s words echoed: ‘Tonight or never.’ Heart hammered in my chest. What was I doing? Julien danced with that black beauty she’d shoved at him. Jealousy stung,…
Our bedroom. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. I’d set up the camera on the tripod, aimed at our king-sized bed. The one where Jean-Paul and I made love. Now, for him to watch. My hands shook as I adjusted the angle. Lavender scent mixed with my arousal, thick in the air. This…
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…
Our living room table, cluttered with empty beer bottles from the ping-pong match. Heart hammering. I’d wheeled down to the cellar with Gregory, elevator humming like my nerves. ‘What do you think of my wife?’ Sweat beaded. He shrugged, polite. ‘She’s hot, but you’re my friend.’ Boom. ‘Wanna fuck her?’ His eyes widened. Stunned silence….