Shattered Innocence: My First Time Surrendering to a Man in a Corrèze Farmhouse
David’s old farmhouse sat at the village edge, books lining the walls, Genet’s voice crooning from the record player: ‘Your face is stern like a Greek shepherd’s.’ My pulse hammered. We’d shared Bourgogne, his eyes devouring me. Hands trembled as he poured another glass. I was Gabriel, the little god on a virgin hunt, but…