Same sex Stories

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...