Her eyes are full of tears. She grasps one last blurred look at you before giving up. Her world darkened, she abandons herself to the ramming of your member past her teeth, deep into her thoat. She can feel every beat of your heart, pulsing against her pa...
As two lovers they walk hand in hand Exploring this new fantasy land The Champs Élysées is where they startLooking in stores at the fine art Stopping he kisses her deep and slowGiving the patrons a sexy show His hand slides down her fine assOh his girl wi...
Seated in the famous Champagne Bar of the Euorstar Terminal at London's St Pancras Station, Nick toyed with his champagne flute. With one eye on the giant overhead clock, he was getting anxious about the departure of the Paris train. Then he saw Cathy app...
The echo of designer heels clicking across polished granite tiles pierced the silence of the building lobby. It was the confident stride of a young woman who to look at her, exuded contemporary class and an urban sophistication. She stepped into the eleva...
The taxi pulled up at Brussels Midi and Rose stepped out into a small puddle of water. She smiled at her own misfortune, which was common. The whole square had one puddle, and it just so happened that this was where she would put her stiletto. Somehow, de...
We are parked on a street in Paris at night. The streetlights bathe us in a yellow glow. I am on the driver’s side, you are next to me. It is an old Packard, in excellent condition and it has a wide bench-style front seat covered in soft leather. You are...
One night both Charles and Arlene end up at the Pavillon De La Reine, a four star hotel in Paris France. They made reservations just a few days ago and it’s not for a honeymoon or vacation it’s just a getaway for two people to escape and enjoy their sexua...
Friday December 9th 1910 A little after 6am. Somewhere in Paris... Don't know why I waited until last night to go down to the clay mill. I've known for days that I was low on clay and would need it by today. It's not like I dread digging it and hauling it...
I've been to Paris several times before this, but only now do I understand why it deserves to be called the City of Lights. Maybe it's the warmth of the gentle summer breeze, maybe it's the lingering darkness of the deep red wine on our tongues, but more...
The first time I saw her was at a small Parisian bistro, walking distance from the Louvre. Le Petit Flore on Rue Croix des Petits Champs, a favorite of mine. Unpretentious and inexpensive. The day had been moody, despite being the first day of summer. It...
We were back in Paris. It had been year since we were last here and had visited a few of the echangiste swingers clubs. The Overside had been our favourite. We had a lot of fun there and we were up for more this time. We had noticed the Pluriel Club aroun...
I buzz myself in with Marie's door code.In the lobby, I find the girl whose melon-sized breasts and pouting lips aroused me last night as I watched through her window while she danced topless and alone. She smiles bashfully when I step aside to let her pa...
