The bathroom in our Prague hotel steamed up like a fever dream. No shower, just this massive tub. I ran hot water, lotus and orange blossom foam rising, like childhood gum balls. Heart hammering, I stripped. Nathalie joined, her heavy tits swaying. We sank in, skin prickling. Relaxation hit quick. I grabbed the sponge, soaped…
The small apartment near Odéon buzzed with tension. Heart slamming in my chest. Luc grinned, eyes wild. Sue, elegant in her tailored suit, sat between us on the couch. Older, sophisticated. My palms sweated. This was it—my first threesome. No turning back. We’d picked her up at a café, her husband’s away. Now here, perfume…
The disco throbbed in that massive libertine club in Var, PACA. Over 1,800 square meters of pure temptation—dance floor, jacuzzi, patio, restaurant, sex shop. I was lost, heart hammering. Everywhere, bodies writhed in orgiastic chaos. Couples fucking openly, a 50-year-old woman yanking a young stud’s massive cock, a black guy lost in ecstasy as his…
Late afternoon on the balcony of our city apartment. Autumn chill bites the air. Door-window cracked open. Wind stirs the garden trees below. I lean on the railing, forearms heavy. Heart lazy. Trains rumble distant. Cars hum on the highway. No kids screaming today. Peace hangs thick. Back inside, I’d killed time online. No buys….
I remember that sweltering July afternoon in my new bedroom at cousin Sylvie’s house. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing me in with the echo of her teasing words. ‘Show me your legs,’ she’d said so casually. I hadn’t obeyed then. But now, alone, my pulse hammered in my ears. Fear twisted with a…
The clothing store pulsed with that low, sensual beat. Big chain in the city center. Eyes darting, bodies brushing in aisles. I spotted her. Cheap white dress hugging her curves just right. Our gazes locked. Once. Twice. Heart hammered. No turning back. Outside, I waited. Cigarette dangling from my lips. She emerged. I offered one….
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…
The backseat of my dad’s beat-up sedan. Parked on a deserted beach road at dusk. Waves crashing faint in the distance. I was 17. She was 16, the wild girl from the forum chats, Revebebe whispers. We’d messaged for weeks. Puns about ‘cons,’ fools like us, hiding behind screens. Tonight, no screens. Real skin. Heart…
The party sprawled across Elodie’s stunning family park under a warm summer night. Laughter and music floated in the air. I sat at a secluded table, my black low-cut dress hugging my post-baby curves. Three months single, six months without real touch. My body craved it. Sandra, a stranger with sleek brunette hair and a…