The setting is Paris, France in 2031, and society has undergone significant social changes. Things calmed down after what was a tumultuous 2020s rife with protests and divisions. The government passed laws that made life more affordable for the average family. More was given to cut out the poverty that used to plague so much of the middle class. One of the major policies implemented was that taking in an asylum seeker or...

Marisol and Jesus had always dreamed of visiting Paris, the city of love, and now they were finally here. Their second honeymoon was turning out to be even more romantic than the first. They spent their days wandering hand in hand through the cobbled streets, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of this magical city. On their second night, however, the weather had other plans. The sky opened up and rain poured down, f...

"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...

"Yeah, this is going to be the one that does it. We retire after this baby," said Rohit. "You deserve this, handsome," replied Kate. At the age of thirty-eight, Rohit had done it all and lived it all. He had his fun in his early and mid-thirties, and by his late thirties, he had married his ideal woman. The pair lived among the social elite in Miami, but a special opportunity awaited them. Even the way the two looked attr...

Everything Lizzy and I expected of Frenchmen was true. They spoke in that dreamy accent, treated women well, and were exceptional in bed. In particular, we discovered that after the end of the global pandemic, sexual sharing in gay Paree had shot through the roof as if making the statement enjoy life while you can. Lizzy was excited about our upcoming trip. The principal appeal was the thrill of sleeping with a stranger w...

Cindi, my fiancée, and I were in Paris on a business/pleasure trip the night I stumbled upon the adult book/video store. After a day of business meetings, I wanted to stretch my legs and see what Paris had to offer, but Cindi begged off. "I don't feel like going out, but you go ahead. Come back and get me if you find anything interesting." I said, "Okay," never realizing what the night would bring. When I stepped out of t...

The early 1800s... This time, I settled in Paris, adopting the French derivative of my name — Vincent. With its dense population, narrow streets, and dark crevices, Paris suited my needs perfectly, allowing one such as myself a myriad of places to lurk during these unsettled times. I had grown bored of occupying my time with philosophy and the arts of the Renaissance centuries before. And being what I was, proper affectio...

Mike’s final forceful thrust sent Fleurette’s squeal of orgasmic rapture soaring into the Parisian night. Mike, fingers skimming warm breasts, eased her weight off him. Despite his basic French, she had to know. “C’est fini,” he growled. “Mais pourquoi?” Mike sighed. Wildly demanding all night, Fleurette needed to realise, “C’est tout.” Her eyes showed dismay. His softness slithered out of her, leaving an empty cavern, a...

I celebrated my first manuscript by fucking my first French Communist. It was France during the Crazy Years, the Années Folles. American writers surged into Paris. It was Prohibition in America; I arrived to enjoy the cafes and French culture after the First War. I fucked Pierre-Michel in a poppy field and considered myself emancipated. It was a lustful time in life. My young body gave pleasure where it found pleasure: me...

It was deep in summer now and the katydids sang every night, it seemed.  The air was thick and humid on the night.  The coolness only came to the earth in the late hours of early morn.  Often, a faint, gentle fog would settle along the ground of the drive-In. They were in Rick's turquoise and white '56 Chevy.  Even in the dark, it was radiant.  The pride of his life, it was.  She was fairly certain that he loved it more t...

My wife, Jen has four terribly good-looking sisters, but I guess one of them stands out: Shannon. Their ancestors are Japanese, I think on her dad’s side, and of all of them, it was Shannon who kept those Asian facial traits. Shannon is the fourth sister, and she now lives in Paris as she’s doing a master degree there. I had the opportunity to visit France last summer. I went to Lyon to do a short summer course, and once...