The spring air in Paris was sweet with the promise of new beginnings, and I felt it in my very soul as I stood at the arrivals gate at Charles de Gaulle, my heart thrumming a nervous, excited rhythm against my ribs. Jean-Pierre stood beside me, a calm, reassuring presence, his hand resting on the small of my back. I was scanning the crowd, my eyes darting from face to face, searching for the one that fuels my fantasies. T...

The exciting fantasy I shared with the woman I had fallen in lust with was about to come true. I was flying, via Amsterdam from Paris to Stavanger, Norway, a spectacular setting whose natural beauty made it the perfect location to finally meet the natural beauty of the woman I had longed for ever since first seeing her on Lush- Eira. Fortunately, she felt the same way about me. I call her my Norwegian princess. Her natura...