Deserted beach west of Abidjan. Mid-70s. Rough track. Ferry crossing. No one around. Miles of empty sand. Our car crests the dune. Young couple bolts. Mats down. Clothes off. Naked. Instant. He’s tall, blond, built. Cute cock in blond bush.…
Third Thursday of November. Office buzzes with Beaujolais fever. Laughter echoes. I prep sandwiches at eleven. All women here. Jokes fly. Five to noon, I fix my look. Mirror shows confident cutie. Skirt hugs curves. Euphoric vibe surges. What will…
Bedroom shadows pulse like city neon. Early night. Pink nightie clings to my athletic thighs. He eyes me hungry. Knows my secret box. Little pink bee vibrator. Straps hidden. My daytime armor cracks. “Surprise tonight. Kneel on the bed.” His…
The slight tingling in my anus jolts me awake. Sunday morning. Suburban apartment. Sheets tangled. I open my blue eyes. Memories flood back. Sharp. Electric. Two weeks ago. RER train. Rush hour crush. No seats. I grip the rail. sardine…
Inn chamber glows dim. Lamp flickers on the bedredon. Fireworks boom outside. Louis pulls me close. Lips crush mine. Passion simmers. But fear spikes. That blond bastard downstairs. Chartreuse eyes. Dagger gleam. Pendant chills cold at my throat. Heart hammers.…
Strasbourg. Impasse des Orpailleurs. Dusk bites hard. Curfew at 18:00. I walk Schisserla, my Yorkie bitch. Little trotter sniffs shadows. Laughter erupts from next door. Bar à Tin below, dark gut empty. Music thumps. Duck dances? Canards? Neighbors party hard.…
City lights pulse through our high-rise apartment windows. 5:30 PM. I’m Corinne, sharp lawyer by day. Doorbell rings. Jérôme’s colleague, M, steps in. Bouquet in hand. Awkward hello. He knows why he’s here. Jérôme excuses himself. Dog walk. M’s eyes…
City pulses outside my high-rise apartment window. Horns blare. Neon flickers. By day, I’m the shark lawyer, crushing opponents in court. Suits crisp. Voice steel. But tonight, in this hidden bedroom lounge, mask shatters. Guillaume arrives. 21, built, eyes hungry.…
City lights blur past my luxury car windows. Engine hums low. I’m Mathilde, lawyer by day, devoted wife, mom masking fire. Tonight, no chains. Husband glued to football. ‘Girls’ night out,’ I lie smooth. Tight dress hugs curves gym sculpted…
Paris pulses. Train station buzz. Friday drags. Library desk. Calls for sister’s birthday bash. Sekhmet scratches at home. Jealous whiskers. Cuddles purr. Work grind. Gift hunt. Gym sweat. Dinner chats. Thesis whispers. Photos double-printed. Shower steam. Long kiss seals night.…