At the age of thirty, Inez worked as a fitness instructor in a Northern Florida city which was progressively getting more sophisticated. Originally from France, Inez moved to the city for a lucrative opportunity as a fitness instructor. Inez had toned abs, dark hair, and looked exactly like former pornstar Cecilia Vega.Inez held her fitness sessions at her house and she came to the clients with a plan for making them more...

I run my fingers through your hair,Eye to eye, soul to soul. 'Take off your mask' you say,Calling me by a name; foreign. But I can notFor the mask is me. Without,Who am I?Only a man. And less than you need,So I choose to remain A mystery. 'Je veux un baiser,'You breathe. Soft and warm. Inviting a kiss. Your eyes, your mouth,Your neck, The sensitive skinOf your collar bone. 'Non - plus bas. Sans les mains.'As I descend, ki...

I was eighteen when my parents sent me off to France. Most of my friends were either taking a gap year or going to college but I didn’t really have much choice. My parents had firmly decided that it was culturally important for me to experience life in a foreign country and learn the local lingo. When I arrived at the train station, I could still hear my mother telling me how to introduce myself to my host.“Bonjour, Madam...

It was only natural that Linda should be apprehensive when she met Laurent and Pauline Duquesne for the first time at the airport. What had she let herself in for? It was a necessary part of her university degree, of course: a summer in France spent with a French family where she’d have to speak French all the time. She wasn’t sure whether it was the fact she’d have to rely on her knowledge of the belle langue or her anxi...

Once again the office decided to throw another summer party filled with alcohol, sun, fun and alcohol. A recipe for potential disaster, disaster I welcomed with open arms. I took the whole week off and arrived at the venue already buzzed. I took a head start at home, drinking around 10am. Needless to say I was having a great day. The best part of office parties is to check out the girls from work dressing down for the wea...

My family, which consists of my significant other and his child, planned a weekday trip to Old Orchard Beach, Maine, two weeks in advance. We do this a few times each summer since his family owns a house there. When he allows a friend of his child to join us, it becomes a sexless vacation. The beach is white and the town center has plenty of amusements, games, and restaurants open to all ages every night of the week. I ne...

It was the last French class of our college semester and all we had left was general discussion of French culture. Miss Malory Millieu was a striking woman in her early forties and the most alluring teacher of the most interesting class I’d ever taken. The class was small, five guys and nine girls, two of whom were women in their thirties. The discussion took an eventful turn when one girl asked, “Miss Millieu, why are th...

Rose-Marie felt truly blessed by nature, as she stood naked on the balcony of her father’s palatial white mansion looking out onto her father’s ornate garden. Not only had she the good fortune to have been born and to continue to live here in St Lucia, one of the most pleasant corners of the French Empire, but she also had the good fortune of possessing a wealthy father who had chosen the Edenist way of life. In fact, the...

Laura Lioness’s hips hurt. She wondered if she needed hip replacement. She limped to her dresser and pulled out one dark chocolate Ferrero Rocher, unwrapped the foil around it with fumbling, unsteady fingers, and popped the crunchy dark ball in her mouth. For a moment, as the dark chocolate taste hit her tongue, she forgot that she felt like she was an old woman, even though she was only in her fifties.  She was living li...

Once upon a time, there was a crack in the wall of Château de Versailles. It happened in the Hall of Mirrors, center of the French king’s heart. A tiny drop of marble in the lower corner of the wall had eschewed its duty, and abandoned its rightful place. It was an insult to the majesty of the hall. Magnificence of such a level could not possibly be compromised by time; it had to stand inert, like the gold used in its dec...

Whilst reminiscing recently about my sexual exploits at Uni, I realised that I wanted to relive some of them. Can’t really do that, so I thought I’d get it down on paper and share it with you. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed doing it! During my first year at Uni, I lived in a huge run-down house. Each room had high ceilings and windows, and some, including mine had its own fuel burning fire. I found...