"So many of them," said Lucas.

"I know," replied Marion.

"This city of Paris, what is happening to it? It is not like how my parents remember it," replied Lucas.

"No one cares anymore, Lucas. It's like they just want to see Paris fade away," replied Marion.

Lucas and Marion were a couple in their twenties living in Paris, France. What was unique about them is that the pair could almost pass for siblings. Both had brunette hair, pale skin, freckles, and blue eyes. A stereotypical French look at two beautiful people.

Marion, in particular, had a distinct look in her eyes that can only be found in French women. Her jaw was chiseled and her cheekbones high. Her waist was slim with a slim figure and perky breasts. She also dressed in darker colors to contrast with her pale skin.

At the moment, she lay nude next to her husband. The sex was somewhat mundane, given how similar the pair looked. Lucas barely did much in the way of kissing her. She got up and started to get dressed as her husband lay there nude.

"It is Saturday afternoon, and I am going to relax," said Lucas.

"I am going to head out into the city," replied Marion.

"Be careful, don't go to the wrong parts," said Lucas, as Marion nodded.

Like Lucas, Marion was raised in a wealthy part of the city and was prone to looking down on anyone not like her. She headed out into the city and had a look of disgust on her face. Upon waiting to cross the street, she ran into a family from India and couldn't help but let out a comment. Since she spoke French, the family understood none of it.

"Animaux dégoûtants," said Marion, with a look of disgust on her face, calling the family disgusting animals.

The brunette headed into an area of the city that was more touristy and went into a certain apartment. The receptionist knew Marion by face and simply let her through. Moments later, she was taking the elevator up. As she got to a certain room, she didn't even knock but rather opened the door.

"Disgusting animal, up to his usual antics," said Marion, in a heavy French accent.

"Oh fuck, you didn't tell me you were having another guest over, Saad!" shouted a busty blonde who lay on top of the man nude.

"She came in uninvited, Caitlyn," replied Saad.

The man had jet black hair, brown eyes, light brown skin, a muscular yet hairy body, and an exotic appearance. He spoke with an American accent but looked to be either from South Asia or some part of the Middle East. His cock was long and thick to the point where it almost touched his knees. The blonde on him was so tanned that she almost matched his skin color.

"Wait, where are you going?" asked the man, as the nude blonde got up.

"Making way for your next booty call because loyalty doesn't come naturally to you, scumbag!" shouted the blonde, putting on her clothes.

"Oh come on, Caitlyn, she is just someone checking up on me," said Saad.

"You are almost forty, people your age have a wife and kids. Grow the fuck up, Saad!" shouted the blonde, getting dressed as she walked toward the door.

"Jeez, I am shocked he is going for your pasty ass; he usually goes for the dumb tanned blondes," said Caitlyn, looking at Marion as she walked toward the door.

Marion gave the blonde a cold and stern look, barely acknowledging her presence. She observed the two tanned lovers who clearly had a lot of hot sex together recently. A part of her was rather envious of how tanned the two lovers were, while she could only turn pink in the sun. As the door closed, she walked towards the nude man.

"Hey Frenchie, you mind texting or calling next time?" asked Saad, standing in front of Marion nude.

"The tans got it on and now you hate the pale broad for walking in," said Marion, smirking.

"Yeah, well, the tans have some decency to take their clothes off," replied Saad.

"Yes, savages do love to run around naked," said Marion, in a cold tone.

"What did you call me, bitch?" asked Saad, his arms around Marion's shoulders.

"A filthy, barbaric, and uncivilized savage," whispered Marion, her face rubbing against Saad's.

Despite the harsh words that came out of her mouth, she was aroused. For her, it was the contrast that did it. Her skin and body were so cold in comparison to the hot body of the man. She was pale with light colored eyes, while he was brown with brown eyes.

"Come here, bitch," he said, sniffing her behind the ears and kissing her.

The pair lock lips and make out as her heart races. She felt her blood boiling as he stuck his hands underneath her clothes. Without much effort, he managed to get her top off. She had on a black bra that contrasted with her snow-pale skin.

"Well, look at you, Snow White," he said, kissing her pale, freckled shoulders and the heavily freckled area of her chest.

"Sauvage immonde," she said, letting out a loud, high-pitched cry of arousal immediately afterwards. She had practically called him a filthy savage in French.

His big and rough hands were as hot as lava as they got inside of her pants. He crossed his arms, and his left hand grabbed her left butt cheek, and his right hand her right one. She moaned again, aroused by the contrast. The skin on her buttocks was so smooth and soft compared to the roughness of his hands. Her buttocks were also cold while his hands were as hot as lava.

"Chill out, you prude," he said, managing to pull down her pants.

Within moments, she was in nothing but her black bra and black panties. Meanwhile, her dark and exotic lover was nude. She could not help but moan at how hairy his body was compared to her hairless and soft-skinned figure. He felt disgusting, primal, and barbaric, while she felt like she was the clean one.

"My clothes are not coming off anymore, savage!" she shouted, letting out a high-pitched voice while distancing herself from the man.

"Baby, they are already off," he said, smiling.

"You filthy pervert. Disgusting animal! You think I am like that tanned bimbo, but I am not. I am a classy woman of Paris, while you are some filthy, barbaric savage!" she shouted, letting out a loud, high-pitched moan while catching her breath.

A silence of a few moments ensued as he looked at the pale brunette and smiled. In contrast to his emotion, a look of anxiety and worry overwhelmed her. She was sweating as her heart raced. Her blue eyes stared into his brown ones as he reached in for the kiss.

"Savage," she whispered, turning her head away as he kissed her face.

"Did you eat dinner tonight, Marion the prude?" asked Saad, kissing the brunette some more.

"Don't act like you worry for my well-being when you are only out for one thing, savage!" she whispered, looking into his brown eyes as he continued to kiss her.

"I have a nice hot meal ready for you," he said, grabbing his thick and long cock.

"Disgusting animal!" she whispered, in anger.

"It's so warm and you can do so much with it," he said, kissing her pale cheeks.

"Thinking a woman as classy as me would put that disgusting sausage in her mouth!" she whispered, even angrier.

"It's so hard now, baby," he said, kissing her shoulders.

"It's been inside of so many disgusting women, yuck!" she whispered, in more anger.

"I am rubbing it on your knees, Marion the Prude," he said, kissing her some more around her chest and even licking her face.

"Rubs his cock and kisses me!" she said, grabbing his cock with both of her cold hands as she looked into his eyes.

She aggressively stroked the cock with both hands. The warmth of the cock was too much for her cold hands. She could not believe how hot his cock was, but kept on aggressively stroking it. After much effort, she only got a laugh out of him.

"Such soft hands, I am barely feeling anything, baby," he said, putting his hand on her cold cheek as she looked at him with intense anger.

"Feel this, savage!" she shouted, getting on her knees and putting the cock in her mouth.

A look of anger consumed her as she looked up at him and started to suck his cock. She could barely get all of it in her mouth. Repressed anger came out of her as she aggressively sucked the cock. Marion was so petty that she even started to use her teeth, but found that they barely made an impact.

"Using your teeth, baby?" he asked, gently petting her. In anger, she took his cock out of her mouth.

"You don't pet me like a dog, you stupid savage!" she shouted, in her French accent, as he smiled.

"Okay, my little prude," he said, laughing.

"Life is a joke to you, isn't it, savage?" she asked.

"A halfway funny one," he replied, smirking as she shook her head and put the cock back in her mouth.

"Ah, fuck!" she said, her mouth too tired to do anything.

"Poor Marion, little Frenchie can't handle big things," he said, getting on his knees and lifting the pale brunette up with ease.

She felt a King Kong-type moment from the big, muscular man. The pale brunette moaned and instinctively kicked her legs in arousal from it all. He was able to lift her up with such ease, and she loved how she could do nothing about it. He could have run outside with her mostly nude, and she could not do a thing.

"Oh, you fucking savage, oh!" she whispered, moaning.

He carried her to the bedroom, where he gently put her on her back. His arms coiled around her body as he started to kiss her inner thighs. Her pale legs rested over his dark shoulders as she moaned. Almost instinctively, she moved her panties to the side.

"A little pinky here, huh, Frenchie?" he said, putting his mouth over her pussy and licking it.

She moaned in a high pitch and kicked her legs around in arousal. After a couple of minutes of being eaten out, she started to cry in pleasure as a submissive look consumed her. It only took a couple of minutes for her to cum. Her eyes went almost limp as her body relaxed. Her waist thrusted as her legs kicked up in pleasure from the orgasm.

"Oh, you fucking savage!" she said, in her high-pitched voice.

"Well, look at this cute little place," he said, putting his nose against her anus and sniffing it.

"Smells like wherever you were born, savage," she said, in an effort to disrespect the man.

"Alright bitch, let's check your disrespect," he said, standing up the pale brunette whose body could barely stand.

"No more disrespect, Frenchie," he said, grabbing her left buttcheek and giving it a nice, well-timed smack.

"Fuck!" she shouted, immediately collapsing.

The smack was so well-timed and powerful that her body went limp. It was not even the power and precision of the smack that overwhelmed her, but rather the moment of it. She was so used to having her way, even with her husband, that the smack gave her an unfamiliar feeling. Her rude Parisian ways were checked by a powerful man.

"Now get up and put that perky body to work, Frenchie," he said, grabbing her hand and standing her up.

"Fuck!" she shouted, giving him a sinister look and smiling.

"Keeping the bra and panties on, Snow White?" he asked, as she smiled.

She stripped down nude, despite saying she wouldn't. Moments later, she got on the nude body of her lover, who lay on his back. As much as she wanted the cock, she enjoyed the nude cuddling. Within seconds, the nude cuddling and hugging turned into playful wrestling.

The pale brunette's body stretched in arousal as the darker man hugged and kissed her. She could not help but laugh in joy from the ordeal. Her entire body felt an electric arousal from being so effortlessly tossed around and dominated. What she loved a lot was how he sucked on her nipples and even managed to put her entire breast in his mouth.

"They call this French Vanilla?" he asked, putting the nipple in his mouth and sucking.

"Yeah, you love the vanilla women, don't you, Mr. Tan?" she asked, rubbing her hands through his hair.

Moments later, as he lay on his back, she started to ride him. She had to ride him cowgirl style because she had to look at his face. The cowgirl position quickly changed to him sitting up as she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She continued to ride him but once again noticed her body shaking.

"Fuck!" she shouted, having yet another orgasm.

He ignored her orgasm and continued to kiss her. He kissed her shoulders, neck, cheeks, and chest while fucking her. She moaned as he softly bit down on her nipples. Moments later, they locked lips and kissed.

"I want you to put a savage baby in me," she whispered, while grinding on his cock.

"Don't you have a husband?" he asked, while kissing her. The pair were dripping in sweat at this point.

"He doesn't mind," she said, aggressively grinding on his cock.

She wanted to grind so hard in a way that she could crush his testicles. Unfortunately for her, she was way too light. A part of her ego did not want to live with being so dominated, so she tried to find a way to get even. Unfortunately for her, this was not working out.

"Fuck me hard, baby, finish me!" she said, closing her eyes and moaning.

He didn't have to do much hard fucking. A few aggressive thrusts were enough to make her shout in arousal. Instead of English, she said everything in French. Her eyes would occasionally roll to the back of her head as her mouth hung open wide.

"Finis-moi!" she shouted, as her body shook. He did a few more aggressive thrusts in her pussy before letting his dick rest in it and ejaculating in her.

"Ah, yeah, yes savage, yes!" she said, letting out a few high-pitched moans before collapsing on top of her lover.

She collapsed on top of him, taking quite a few aggressive breaths. Both of their bodies smelled of musk, but they didn't mind. A few minutes passed, and she lay on top of him. Looking at the swarthy man, she put her arm around him.

"So, which pasty bitch of yours am I this week?" she asked.

"Come again?" he replied.

"First the blonde bimbo, then me for the past few weeks, who else?" she asked.

"What do you take me as, Frenchie?" he asked.

"Call me by my name, you have enough of a brain to remember that!" she said, as he rolled his eyes.

"Why are you asking?" he asked.

"Because baby, I love being your fucking sex toy, but I want to make sure you aren't infecting me with anything," she said.

"Probably like the tenth," he replied, as her eyes opened up in shock.

"Tenth!" she shouted, looking at him with intense anger.

"Maybe twelve, not sure, Frenchie," he replied, as she threw her hands up in anger.

"Twelve! Wow, you really are a fucking animal, huh?" she said, visibly angry.

"Could actually be more," he said.

"Do you do anything other than play with that fucking stick of yours? No family, no wife, no anything!" she shouted.

"I mean, baby, I can't help it. They look like you and want to come after me," he said, gently hugging her.

"Oh yes, call me baby. I probably have God knows how many infections, and you are calling me baby," she replied, rolling her eyes. She let out a fake, sarcastic smile, one that one lets out when angry.

"You know, you can say no!" she shouted.

"To what?" he asked.

"To women who want to fuck you, idiot!" she shouted, in anger.

"Oh my Frenchie, you are so hot when you are angry," he replied, grabbing her and kissing her.

"Oh yes, your usual routine. Ignore my emotions and get right to kissing," she said.

"You want me to stop so we can talk?" he asked, smiling.

"There is no talking with dirty savages like you, no reasoning, nothing!" she said, aggressively pointing at him as he smiled.

"Well, don't fucking stop, make use of the one thing you are good at!" she shouted.

"Calm down, Marion," he said in a somewhat sad tone as they made out.

Her anger dissipated from his sad tone as they made out and fucked some more. In a way, she felt kind of guilty. It was a side to him she had never seen before. She felt as if she had judged him too quickly.

He fucked her missionary style as she massaged his back. She kissed him on his cheeks as he kissed her on hers. The fuck ended in him finishing inside of her yet again. It was primal, but this time more romantic. Moments later, she lay on top of him again, running her fingers through his black hair.

"You think I want this sort of treatment, Marion?" he whispered, gently grabbing her cheek as a sad look consumed her.

"I want to be loved for who I am as a person. I want to be accepted. Yet, I just get fetishized and used as a sex toy. For years, I fought against this, but to no avail. They come into my life, use me for sex, and keep pushing for it. They say they love how feral I am. They say they love how primal it feels. They say they love the orgasms," he said.

"Saad, no," she said, gasping.

"They say they love how my dark skin rubs against their pale one. They say they love to grind their pale and freckled bodies against my dark one. Savage, animal, beast, outsider, and you name it. Anything but a human being who just wants to be loved," he said, with a sad look on his face.

"Fuck," she replied, crying as she lay on top of him.

They kissed and made some more love. The moment was sad, but she could not help but be aroused. Truth is, he was right. Even Marion herself was aroused by his darker appearance and the animalistic pleasures he gave to her.

"Come on, baby, treat me like your sex slave. Own me!" she whispered.

"Well, have you ever loved me as me rather than as a sex toy? Be honest with me, Frenchie," he said. A moment of silence ensued as she collapsed into tears.

"Why do you do this, huh? Why? What's your deal, huh? I have a husband," she said, crying.

"That you cheat on," he replied, in a stern voice, as she cried some more.

"Because every man has his purpose. You want the truth? Because you are not a responsible and loving man like my husband, you are a lustful savage. Yes, I will use you for sex and pleasure, but I will never fucking love you. Are you happy? Huh? Are you happy now?" she shouted, collapsing and crying with great aggression.

She continued to cry at the realization of it all. The potential of it all ending was too much for it. While she did not wish to date or marry him, the sex was addictive. She would rather have a drug habit than experience this kind of painful lust. Her cries became louder and louder at the pain of this realization.

"Frenchie," he said, putting his hand on her cheeks.

"Fuck off, you toxic fuck! Fuck off!" she shouted, barely able to catch her breath as she cried.

An hour passed as she lay in his bed, crying. She did not want to confront this reality. As the time passed, she got up and headed home. She was miserable and dead on the inside because of it all.

"Marion, is everything okay?" asked Lucas.

"Lucas, not today," she replied.

"But love," he said.

"Not today, Lucas!" she shouted.

She looked out into the city to see the beautiful views as the sunset. It was all so blank and dry for her. All she could think about was the pleasure she experienced when with the dark and swarthy man. How different the experiences he offered were.

Paris was a city of class to a Parisian local like Marion, but the privilege came with boredom. The swarthy man was an escape from it all, almost another reality. However, she did not realize that, in the end, she was using him. A week passed, and she went right back to his place.

"Saad?" she asked, noticing that the door was locked and would not open.

"He moved out a couple of days ago," said a random woman who almost looked identical to Marion.

"To where?" asked Marion.

"Back to Miami, he never told you? He was only in Paris for a couple of months, you know," replied the woman, as Marion collapsed on the floor, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, he fucked you too, huh? Same here, he had a type," replied the woman, who had a rather American accent.

"You knew him well?" asked Marion, in a defeated tone.

"I mean, yeah, we communicated frequently as neighbors," said the woman, as Marion stood up and grabbed the woman.

"What is his social media? Number?" asked Marion.

"He didn't use social media and never really gave out his number," said the woman, a bit startled.

"Fuck!" shouted Marion.

"Wow," replied the woman, looking in shock.

"Fuck!" shouted Marion, even louder to the point that others opened their doors in the building.

Marion went home, heartbroken. She tried to look Saad up on the internet but found nothing. For hours, she looked at any social media she could find but had no luck. She tried and tried for hours, but nothing.

"Marion," said Lucas.

"Fuck off, Lucas!" shouted Marion.

"Babe, you have been so combative," said Lucas, as Marion gave her husband a glare and got up.

"Look, Lucas. You do not fuck me well, and we only got together because we practically grew up with each other. We look like brothers and sisters. Right now, it's not the time. Just let me be," said Marion, as Lucas opened his eyes wide and stumbled out of the room in shock.

She looked and looked all she could to find the man, but had no luck. Weeks passed, and she realized that she was now pregnant. After quite a few months, she finally had the baby. The baby would grow up and have some exotic features that even confused Lucas.

"Wow, I must say, our child tans easily and looks somewhat exotic. I mean it makes no sense given that both of us are so pale," said Lucas.

"I will call it our little savage," replied Marion, in a rather dry tone as her husband looked on in shock.

Marion would never see Saad again. As she grew older, she wondered what happened to the man who was entering bachelorhood in his forties when fucking her. She wondered if he was even alive anymore. The unfortunate reality is that she would never know.