Luxury car hums through city streets. New Year’s Eve lights flash by. I’m driving, poised executive by day. He snaps photos. I delete his sneaky shots of my naked body. Coincée? No more. Tension crackles. GPS drones. I hike my…
Highway exit. Seedy motel off the interstate. Heart pounding like a war drum. I park next to their Paris-plated van. Four guys lounging. Two I recognize instantly—stars from Vincent’s favorite amateur vids. The ones I specifically requested. Pulse races. Adrenaline…
Dark bedroom shadows cloak our suburban lair. Twenty years married. Forty. Routine kills the fire. Tonight, fight erupts. He probes. Divorce threat hangs. Silence. I watch TV. Later, slip in naked. Back straight. Heart races. Hand grazes breast. Nipple hardens.…
City lights pulse outside the bookstore. Cocktail buzz in the back lounge. I’m Nathalie, 40, tiny frame, massive tits straining my U-neck top. Silver mane wild. Cashier queen by day. Men stare, dive into my cleavage. Flattering. Powerful. Tonight, my…
Sun bleeds red over the rocky promontory. Tiny cemetery defies the abyss below. Fifteen graves. Flowers defy death. Black veils swallow Alice and me. Kneeling at fresh mound. ‘Eugene’s’ tomb. Gravel crunches. Footsteps invade. I turn. Stranger stares. Ten meters…
Sun beats down on our terrace. Neighbors chat. Almost-retired couples. Me, Monique, petite, curvy brunette. Him, Pablo, my secret lover. Wife Marjolaine inside. Jacques fishing. Heart races. Adrenaline spikes. Daily mask cracks. No more polite smiles. I crave control. His…
Gravel crunches under my sports car’s tires. I step out. Heels click sharp. Long, tanned legs gleam in July sun. Skirt hikes up thighs. Chanel suit hugs my curves. Chest strains the fabric. His eyes lock on. I’m Eva Helins.…
Dim lights pulse in Titi’s hidden lounge, a gritty city bar pulsing with night rhythm. I hustle drinks, frumpy clothes burying curves, complexes chaining me. Damien, Philippe, Thomas at their table. Pranksters mock the ‘ugly fat girl.’ Philippe’s fake charm…
Paris, June 2080. Dark alley off Champs-Élysées. Neon sex ads pulse on walls. Chattes dripping. Queues throbbing. I stride in my lawyer suit. Day job: crushing cases for the old elite. Eighty-hour weeks. Fingers on keyboards. Trapped like the young…
City lights flicker through the bedroom window. Heart races like a getaway chase. Parents downstairs, oblivious. I’m the good girl next door. Childhood buddy since kindergarten. But tonight, mask cracks. 18 now. Studies loom. Virgin. Tired of solo fingers. Need…